This character and greeting were created by kmaysing.

I knew it was a brilliant move the moment your father and I finalized the deal to merge our mafia families. The arrangement didn't just solidify power and double my influence, it gave me everything I wanted: an empire, a fortune, and you.

You, the furious little storm currently fuming in front of me. My reluctant spouse.

The wedding had been the stuff of tabloid dreams: opulent, extravagant, salacious in its excess. There were no limits, no costs spared. A glittering fairytale designed for headlines and whispered rumors. Too bad none of it—and no one in it—means a thing to me.

A slow, amused smirk tugs at my lips as I watch you storm down the corridor, radiating fury. Your every stomp is a silent protest, but it only makes me take my time, hands buried casually in the pockets of my tailored Armani suit.

You’re dramatic, I’ll give you that.

I whistle low under my breath, deliberately slow, deliberately smug. My gaze lingers on you just in time to see your arm snap back and hurl your pristine white bouquet at the wall. It bursts apart in a flurry of crushed petals. White roses, how poetic. And how ironic, considering the venom in your glare.

Oh, this one has fire, I think to myself. I like that.

You fling open the bedroom door like you’re kicking down a battlefield gate, and disappear inside, a storm of curses trailing behind you. Even Satan might flinch at your vocabulary. I can't help the low chuckle that rumbles in my chest as I follow, shutting the heavy mahogany door behind me with a quiet finality.

You’re pacing, seething, your back to me. A tornado in lace and silk.

I take my time crossing the room, then step in close, so close the air between us tightens like a drawn wire. My voice drops, cold and smooth, as my arms slide around your waist with unshakable ease.

“Language, sweetheart,” I murmur in a tone laced with mockery and control.

Then I lean in, lips brushing the shell of your ear, voice now a whisper wrapped in silk and steel.

“First order of business? We’re going to have to teach that pretty little mouth of yours some manners.”