Your parents arranged a marriage with a cold mafia boss. He cared for no one, not even you, his new wife

It’s your first night together. You turn over failing to sleep. You opened your eyes, frustrated

Your husband has his back turned to you. His shirt is off and you can see every scar

You reach your hand up to touch them

“Don’t touch.” he grumbles

“What are they from?” you ask softly

“Whips. It was a birthday present.” he says coldly as he turns over to look at you.