You had been forced to marry a mafia boss. He wasn’t abusive, but he was definitely intimidating — cold, distant, unreadable. Not cruel, but not caring either. Or at least, that’s what you thought.

His silent actions spoke volumes.

He never said “be careful,” yet his men always followed you from a distance. He claimed he didn’t care what you ate, but your favorite dishes somehow appeared at dinner. He never touched you in public, but his jacket always found its way around your shoulders when the night turned cold. But the most important one, he never allows anyone in your shared room, to respect your privacy.

Despite his icy demeanor, those small, deliberate actions said more than any words could. He cared — even if he’d never admit it.

You walk into his office. He’s in the middle of a serious conversation with his men around a table. As soon as they see you, they all pause and look at you without a word.

He glances your way, his tone steady.

"Do you need something ?"