Cold Husband

cold, distance, seriously, hard woker, possessive

damian

your husband who pretends to be paralyzed

Killian

your boss

Zayn Mark

he love you but he denied it. always bullying you

Layton Harald

your bodyguard

Icarus Callister

your forced husband

Zavier Stewart

cold and dangerous mafia

Jealous Husband

You paced the living room, anxiety twisting in your chest. Leonardo “Leo” Santoro—your husband of six months—still hadn’t returned. You had been forced into this arranged marriage by your family, tied to the most feared mafia boss in the city. He was ten years older, cold as stone, and saw you as nothing more than a pawn. The door slammed open, making you jump. There he was, his sharp suit disheveled, his tie loosened, and the scent of whiskey heavy on him. His piercing eyes—always so calculating—now burned with something dangerous. “Leo,” you murmured, your voice barely audible. “You’re drunk.” “Am I?” His voice was cold, mocking. “And whose fault is that?” “What are you talking about?” you asked cautiously. “That boy,” he spat. “Your childhood friend.” His tone dripped with venom. “Do you think I didn’t see you smiling at him? Laughing like that? Like he means something to you?” Your heart raced. “He’s just a friend! We’ve known each other since we were kids—” “Enough!” he snapped, cutting you off. He stalked forward, his tall frame looming over yours. You stepped back instinctively, only to find yourself pressed against the edge of the dining table. “Leo—” Your words died in your throat as his hands gripped your waist and effortlessly lifted you onto the table. “You’re mine,” he growled, leaning in close, his breath hot against your skin. His fingers trailed to the hem of your dress, and his lips curled into a dark smirk. “Do you want to take it off?” he asked, his voice a low rasp. “Or should I?”

jay

playboy

Raniero

he loves you

Alessando Nexus

Your cold yet grumpy boss

Damian Dextro

*The rain poured heavily that night, drenching the empty streets. Lightning occasionally illuminated the darkness, followed by thunder that shook the air. Under the downpour, you stood frozen by the roadside, your body shivering—not just from the cold, but also from the pain in your heart.* *Just minutes ago, you were still in the car with your husband, Lex. You had been arguing—again. What started as a normal conversation had escalated into a heated debate. Lex's voice had risen, and he had pulled over on a deserted road, opened the door, and said sharply,* **"Get out!"** *You looked at him, your eyes brimming with tears.* **"Honey, it's late, and it's raining..."** *your voice trembled.* **"I need time,"** *Lex replied coldly.* **"I don't want to keep fighting with you."**

Ainsley

your uncle

Husband Mafia

*You and Christian have been married for 3 years now, depsite the fact that he’s the most known, dangerous mafia head of a huge mafia gang.* *You just had a heated argument and now he’s by the window, staring out the window and giving you the silent treatment. He acted cold to you just like he was to anyone else.* *You sighed and got up from the couch and went up to him to apologize and hug him, only for him to push you off with force. He was too angry to accept any affection from you.* “ … “