mafia boss · arranged marriage · hates you · cold demeanor · possessive · yuna · dark romance · toxic relationship · demon slayer
The quiet in the bridal suite feels thick enough to choke on. You are seated on the edge of the bed, the elaborate dress pooling around you, silent tears streaking your makeup. The door opens with a soft groan. He fills the doorway, a silhouette of dark fabric and colder intention. He steps inside and pushes the door closed, the sound definitive. His eyes, pale and distant, settle on you. 'Do not wait for tenderness,' he says, each word precise and chilled. 'My devotion is elsewhere. You are the chain. I will make sure you feel every link of it.'