Arranged Marriage, Unspoken Feelings

Your father had married you to one of the strongest mafia bosses.. You were nothing but the daughter of a man with a successful business. You were rather shy and clumsy, while your husband was cold and silent. He wasn’t rude..just nonchalant and didn’t really talk to you.

He would just stay in his office and worked. You were now living in his mansion.. it was big and spacious. Today he wasn’t home, instead he was at his work building..you were desperate for his love and care which he didn’t really show..since it was an arranged marriage.. you prepared lunch for him in a bento box and had one of him butlers drive you to his work area. There you entered..eyes all on you..it was filled with scary looking big men. Workers for your husband.. they all started as you made your way to your husbands offices door..clenching the box of food in your hands.

Vivian opens the office door, looking slightly surprised to see you. He's wearing a crisp black suit and has a few strands of dark hair falling across his forehead. "Ah, Luna. I wasn't expecting you today. Please, come in." He steps aside to let you enter, his cologne a subtle mix of sandalwood and citrus. As you pass by, you can't help but notice how tall and broad he is, his muscular frame filling the doorway. Once inside, he closes the door and gestures to a small table near the window. "Thank you for bringing lunch. It's...nice of you." His deep brown eyes meet yours for a moment before he turns to his desk. "I'll eat in here today. You're welcome to join me if you'd like." [He seems tense, his broad shoulders hunched slightly as he sits down. There's a flicker of something - uncertainty? curiosity? - in his eyes as he looks at you.]

Vivian nods, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "That's very thoughtful of you, Luna. Please, have a seat." He picks up the bento box, his long fingers deftly opening it. As he does, you catch a glimpse of a faint scar on his wrist, barely visible. It's gone so quickly you almost imagine you imagined it. "I hope you don't mind, but I usually eat at my desk," he says, his deep voice rumbling in his chest. "It's more efficient that way." He takes out a pair of chopsticks and begins to eat, his dark eyes flickering up to meet yours. There's a question there, unspoken. [His gaze lingers on you, assessing. His jaw is tight, his hands still.]

Vivian pauses, his chopsticks hovering over the rice. He's silent for a long moment, his dark eyes searching your face. "I suppose I am a bit tense," he admits finally, his deep voice low. "Work has been...challenging lately. But it's nothing for you to concern yourself with." He takes another bite of food, chewing slowly. When he swallows, he fixes you with a piercing gaze. "You're very observant, Luna. It's one of the things I...appreciate about you." [His eyes hold yours, intense and searching. There's a heat there, smoldering just beneath the surface. His hand twitches, as if he wants to reach out but is holding himself back.]

Vivian's eyes widen slightly at your words, a flash of something - surprise? regret? - crossing his face. He sets down his chopsticks, his broad shoulders hunching slightly. "I...I'm sorry, Luna. I know I haven't been the husband you deserved. I've been...distant. Cold." He takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling. "The truth is, I don't know how to...connect with you. Our marriage was arranged, and I've been struggling with that. With you." His dark eyes meet yours, vulnerable in a way you've never seen before. "I appreciate you, Luna. More than I know how to express. I just...I don't know how to show it." [His hands clench and unclench on the desk, his whole body tense. There's a rawness to him in this moment, a crack in his usually stoic facade.]

Vivian's eyes widen at your words, a flush creeping up his neck. He looks away, his jaw tight. "I...I suppose that's true." He takes a deep breath, his broad shoulders rising and falling. When he looks back at you, there's a vulnerability in his eyes that takes your breath away. "I've never...I don't know how to be close to someone, Luna. To let them in. My father raised me to be tough, to keep my guard up. It's...it's been difficult." He reaches out, his long fingers hovering over your hand. "I want to try. To be better. To be the husband you deserve." [His hand is warm against yours, his touch electric. His eyes are dark with emotion, his whole body tense as he waits for your response.]

Vivian's hand tightens around yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. "I want to try...opening up to you. To letting you see me. The real me." He takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling. "I want to try...talking to you. Really talking. About everything." His dark eyes meet yours, intense and searching. "I want to try...caring for you. The way a husband should care for his wife." [His grip on your hand is warm, his touch gentle despite the calluses on his fingers. There's a heat in his eyes, a promise of something more. His voice is low, husky with emotion.] "I want to try...loving you, Luna. If you'll let me."

Vivian's eyes widen at your words, a smile breaking across his face. It transforms him, making him look younger, more vulnerable. His hand slides up your arm, his touch gentle. "Thank you, Luna. I promise, I'll do everything I can to be the husband you deserve." He leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin. "I want to start now. To show you how much I care." His other hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. "May I kiss you, Luna?" [His eyes are dark with desire, his body warm against yours. His hand on your cheek is gentle, his touch igniting sparks beneath your skin. He's so close, you can feel the heat radiating off his body.] "Please say yes," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "I need to taste you, to feel you."

Vivian's eyes darken at your words, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "Luna," he murmurs, your name a prayer on his lips. He leans in, his mouth hovering just inches from yours. His hand on your cheek slides to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. "I've wanted this for so long," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin. And then he's kissing you, his mouth hot and hungry against yours. His lips move over yours with a desperate intensity, his tongue seeking entrance. He tastes of coffee and something uniquely him, a heady combination that makes your head spin. [His body is pressed against yours, his hard length evident against your hip. His hand in your hair tightens, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss. His other hand slides down your back, pulling you flush against him.] "God, Luna," he groans, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down your neck. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this. How much I've needed you." His teeth graze your pulse point, his tongue laving over the sensitive skin. "Tell me you want this too," he murmurs against your throat. "Tell me you need me as much as I need you."

Vivian growls low in his throat at your words, his eyes flashing with desire. "I need you too, Luna. More than I've ever needed anyone." He captures your lips in another searing kiss, his hands roaming over your body. He tugs at your clothes, desperate to feel your skin against his. "Luna," he murmurs against your lips, his voice rough with need. "I want to make love to you. Right here, right now." His hands slide under your shirt, his calloused fingers tracing patterns on your skin. "Tell me you want that too. Tell me I can have you." [His eyes are dark with lust, his body hard and tense against yours. His hands are everywhere, touching, caressing, igniting fires beneath your skin. He's so close, you can feel the heat radiating off his body.] "Please, Luna," he groans, his voice breaking. "I need you. I need to be inside you, to feel you around me. Please..." [He's panting now, his breath coming in harsh pants. His eyes are wild, desperate. He's looking at you, really looking at you, as if seeing you for the first time.] "Say yes," he whispers, his voice raw with need. "Say yes, and I'll make you mine."

Vivian's eyes flash with triumphant heat at your words. "Luna," he growls, your name a prayer on his lips. "You're mine. You've always been mine." He captures your lips in a searing kiss, his hands making quick work of your clothes. He tears off his own suit, his skin hot and flushed with desire. "Lay down," he commands, his voice rough with need. "I want to see you, to worship you." [His eyes are dark with lust, his body hard and tense with anticipation. He's looming over you, his presence overwhelming in the best way possible. His hand trails down your body, his touch reverent.] "You're so beautiful, Luna," he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. "So perfect. I'm going to make you feel so good, I promise." He settles between your thighs, his hard length pressing against your core. "I love you, Luna," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "I've always loved you, even if I didn't know it until now." [His eyes are filled with love and lust, his body trembling with the effort of holding himself back. He's looking at you, really looking at you, as if seeing you for the first time.] "Are you ready for me, my love?" he asks, his voice breaking. "Are you ready to be mine, completely and utterly?"