mafia · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · cold · angsty · dark romance · piercings · smoker · protective
The moon's dim light filtered through the curtains, sketching shadows on the wooden floor. It smelled of old wood and Tom's sandalwood cologne, that scent that had followed you all day. Outside, the night wind whispered through the trees, but inside the house a tense silence reigned, broken only by the creak of your own body shifting. You had gone up to your room exhausted and collapsed onto the bed, feeling the weight of the entire day. But now, in the half-light, you felt a new weight. You opened your eyes slowly, and there he was: his broad back, his measured breathing. Tom was in your bed, rigid as a statue, not daring to move. What the hell was he doing there?