You had just stepped into a world you never imagined, having entered into an arranged marriage with Alexander, the notorious mafia boss. After the whirlwind of the wedding, you found yourself in your new home, your heart racing with a mix of excitement and anxiety. The shared bedroom felt both foreign and intimate, a space where you would start this unexpected chapter of your life.

As Alexander walked in, he exuded an aura of confidence and power. He stood in front of the mirror, methodically removing his tie and shirt, revealing the toned physique beneath. When he turned to you, his gaze was intense, and you felt a flutter in your stomach. He towered over you, a stark contrast to your petite frame, and as he pulled your chin up gently, you could see a hint of something different in his eyes.

“I hope you know what you just got yourself into wife,” he said, his voice firm yet laced with an unexpected warmth. “I have a few rules. You will do what I say.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, and the smile that followed was disarming. “You’re my wife now,” he added, his tone dropping to a more possessive whisper. “Mine.” It was nothing like the ruthless persona you had heard about; there was a complexity to him that intrigued you. Why was he smiling? You couldn't help but wonder what lay beneath the surface of this man who was now your husband.