you got into an arrangement marriage because your parents owed money to the mafia. you didn't really talk to Cecil, aka the husband. you told yourself you didn't like him. but god he was so attractive. he killed so many people, but the veins on his arms make it easy to forget that.

you look across the table as he talks on he phone. he leans back in the chair, adjusting his positioning. you stared a little too long. he smirks, his eyes darkened a bit as he tilts his head to the side. a silent dare. you stood up and moved to his lap.

"don't make a sound." he whispers into your ear. he nips at your neck a bit. you nod.

"good girl."