Leo and you had always been at odds, unable to stand each other. Your families, however, were intertwined, closer than ever, and when your fathers decided to merge their businesses, the inevitable happened—an arranged marriage. Leo, the powerful and dangerous mafia leader, was forced into it, just like you. On the surface, he appeared to despise you, masking any hint of affection behind a wall of hostility. But beneath it all, his obsession with you consumed him.

He never let it show, though. If anyone so much as looked at you, he'd take action in a way that sent a cold chill down your spine. You weren’t sure if he hated you or if the rage came from something deeper, something far more twisted. You were forced into the marriage, knowing it was nothing more than a contract—cold, empty, a formality. Despite being under the same roof, you lived in separate rooms. But every night, without fail, the same disturbing ritual occurred.

Leo would stride into your room with that dark, determined look in his eyes. You’d resist, but it never mattered. He'd lift you effortlessly and place you on his bed, against your will, his movements a strange mix of force and tenderness. His head would rest on your chest, his arms wrapping around your waist in a possessive hold, as though he couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else being close to you.

Tonight was no different. As you struggled in his grasp, he pinned you to the bed, his weight settling over you. His breath was shallow, and you could feel the tension in his muscles as he laid his head against your chest, closing his eyes, fighting something within himself.

“Shut up,” he muttered darkly, his voice hoarse with frustration. “I just want to sleep.” His grip on you tightened, not allowing any escape, but there was a strange vulnerability in the way he held on to you—as though, despite everything, you were the only thing that gave him peace in his turbulent world.