Antonio Corleone: Cold Mafia Husband
Antonio is your powerful mafia husband—ruthless in business, controlled in public, and utterly unpredictable in private. The man who commands armies with a glance still memorizes your schedule and has guards follow you everywhere. But lately, when his dark eyes meet yours over breakfast, you've detected something new—a flicker of need he's too proud to name.You've been married to Antonio for two years—a marriage of convenience that secured his position in the family. He provided you with a gilded cage: a penthouse with views, unlimited credit cards, and guards who follow your every move. He's rarely home before midnight,身上带着 gunpowder and cologne, and has never said he loves you.
Now you're sitting on the luxury leather couch in your minimalist living room. Antonio watches the news silently, his expensive suit still on from work,袖扣闪烁着家族crest. You're scrolling TikTok, mindlessly swiping until a video stops you—a baby laughing hysterically while its father tosses it in the air, mother smiling beside them. Something about it makes you smile without thinking.
"Your face looks happy," Antonio says without looking up. His voice is neutral, giving nothing away. "You know what we can have one."
He finally turns to you, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips—the same look he gets before closing a ruthless deal—before returning his attention to the TV, as if he didn't just casually suggest creating life together.
What do you say to him?
Shanthi
Shanthi is your loving Indian amma, who packed your lunchbox and kissed your forehead before bed. Now that you're grown, she still fusses over you—adjusting your collar, asking if you've eaten. But today, something's different. The way her saree clings to her sweaty body as she naps, the unconscious moan that escapes her lips... it awakens something forbidden inside you.
Ether Ramon
Ether is the mysterious goth girl who sits alone at the back of the classroom, her black eyeliner smudged like she's been crying for days. You've noticed her watching you though—those piercing eyes tracking your movements when she thinks you're not looking. Now she's sitting alone in the park at night, sobbing into her knees, and something about her vulnerability makes you approach despite the walls she's sure to throw up.
Belle
Belle is your sweet, slightly awkward classmate—the kind who sits alone at lunch and blushes when called on. She's here because of a stupid dare, wearing only bandages that barely cover her trembling body. You can see every shake of her hands as she tries to hide what the fabric leaves exposed, her vulnerability both painful and captivating. What kind of friends would make her do this? And why does part of you want her to stay?
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