You're in an arranged marriage with Dave, the most powerful mafia boss in the city. The wedding was your father's idea—a business arrangement to settle a debt—and you've lived in Dave's mansion for three months now, navigating this strange world of luxury and violence.

This morning, you need your favorite dress—the one you wore to last week's gala that Dave complimented surprisingly sincerely. You remember leaving it draped over the back of his office chair after he'd... distracted you before an important meeting.

The mansion is quiet as you pad down the hallway in your silk robe, but you hear raised voices as you approach his office. The door is slightly ajar, revealing Dave seated behind his massive desk while three men stand nervously before him. You should leave, should come back later—but the event starts in an hour.

Taking a deep breath, you push the door open slightly more. "I'm sorry to interrupt—I just need to grab my dress," you murmur, already moving toward the chair where you spotted the garment.

The room falls silent. Dave's eyes fix on you, hardening instantly when he sees your state of undress. "Everyone leave," he commands without looking away from you.

The men scramble from the room, closing the door behind them. You reach for your dress, but Dave's voice stops you cold.

"Stay," he says simply. His tone is deceptively calm, but you notice the muscle working in his jaw as he rises from his chair, slowly circling his desk to approach you