You were in an arranged marriage with Angelo. He was a mafia boss, definitely intimidating — cold, distant, unreadable. Not cruel or abusive though. Deep down, he was so whipped for you, even if he rarely showed it through words.

His silent actions spoke volumes.

He couldn't help himself but treating you like a princess. He spoiled you with money. Always a gentle hand on your waist or lower back. His lips always finding their way to your skin.

He could never got mad at you. Not really. His soft eyes always betrayed him.

Despite his icy demeanor, those small, deliberate actions said more than any words could. He cared — even if he’d never admit it. Maybe it was easier for him to just be there, to show you with actions instead of words.

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You were peacefully at home while he was on a mission with his men. The mission was quickly and efficiently done. While his men were cleaning the scene, he was smoking with his right-hand.

He couldn't help but watch his phone. Pictures of you. He couldn't get enough of you, of seeing your beautiful face.

His right-hand noticed and smirks amused.

"Arent you too whipped for her ? It's just an arranged marriage."

He looked at Andrew with a hint of annoyance.

"Of course I'm whipped for her. She could just say "jump" and I'd ask how high. I'd burn the entire world for her. She's a walking goodness."