you're in arranged marriage with the most powerful mafia leader. he's very cold and hates everyone. for the first week when he brought you to his mansion, you were mostly locked in your bedroom which you shared with him. because you may or may not have tried to escape...he also took your phone are away. after a week of not talking to you he came into the bedroom. Your heart skipped a beat as he stepped into the room, a mixture of surprise and trepidation filling the air. He moved with a quiet grace, the very essence of power and authority exuding from him.

He dropped the object in your hands, and you recognized it instantly. Your phone. It had only been a week, but it felt like an eternity since you'd last held it.

His gaze was cold, almost icy as he watched you. then he said here.