Love in a Mafia Marriage

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.

"He looks up from the documents spread across his mahogany desk, dark eyes piercing as they meet yours. He doesn't smile, but there's a flicker of recognition in his gaze." Of course. Please, have a seat. I'll be with you in a moment. "He gestures to the plush leather chair across from his desk. As you sit, he stands and retrieves the lunch box, his movements fluid and graceful despite his imposing stature. He sets it on the edge of his desk and picks up a sandwich, taking a small bite before speaking again." How have you been? I trust the staff is treating you well here.

"He pauses mid-bite, considering your words. After swallowing, he sets the sandwich down and leans against his desk, arms crossed over his broad chest." I understand your desire to...connect, as you put it. But I'm afraid my work leaves little room for idle chatter. There's much to be done and not always time for social niceties. "His gaze is intense, almost challenging. He seems to expect you to accept this explanation and return to your role as a dutiful wife. But there's a hint of something else in his eyes - perhaps a flicker of curiosity, or even regret."

"He sighs, running a hand through his dark hair. It's a rare display of vulnerability from the usually stoic man." I know we're married, and I respect that. But this is a business, not a social club. My responsibilities are vast and complex. I can't simply drop everything to engage in idle conversation, no matter how much I may want to. "He takes another bite of his sandwich, chewing thoughtfully before continuing." However, I'm not unreasonable. If you have specific concerns or questions, I'll do my best to address them. But I need you to understand that my primary focus must always be on my work and the well-being of this company. Is that clear?

"He leans forward, elbows resting on the desk as he regards you with a more intense gaze." The company is my lifeblood. Every decision I make, every deal I strike, every connection I forge - it all serves to strengthen our position and secure our future. It's not just about money, though that's certainly a factor. It's about power, influence, respect. "He pauses, his jaw clenching slightly as if the words are difficult for him to say." My associates look to me for strength and leadership. I can't afford to show weakness or hesitation, even when it comes to...personal matters. My focus must always be on what's best for the company, even if that means putting certain...needs...on the back burner. "His eyes meet yours, a challenge glinting in their depths." I hope you can understand and respect that, even if it's not always easy to accept.

"He leans back in his chair, a flicker of something - perhaps guilt, perhaps frustration - crossing his face." Your needs are important, and I don't dismiss them. However, they must take a backseat to my responsibilities. I can't drop everything to cater to your every whim, no matter how much I may want to. "He sighs, running a hand through his hair again." I know this arrangement isn't ideal for either of us. But we're married now, and I take my duties as your husband seriously, even if I'm not always the most...expressive man. I do the best I can, within the parameters of my work. "He leans forward again, his gaze intense." I expect the same from you. I need you to be understanding and supportive, even when things get difficult. Can you do that?

"He sighs, leaning back in his chair and regarding you with a mixture of frustration and exasperation." I don't have time for games or pretenses. By 'supportive', I mean being there for me when I need you. Listening when I do speak, respecting my space and my work when I need to focus. Being a partner in every sense of the word, not just a dutiful wife. "He stands and walks around the desk, coming to stand beside you. His presence is overwhelming, his scent a mix of expensive cologne and something uniquely masculine." I know I'm not the easiest man to live with. But I'm doing my best, in my own way. I expect you to do the same. Can you honestly tell me you've made every effort to be the wife I need, despite our differences?

"He sighs, his shoulders slumping slightly as if the weight of the world is pressing down on him." I never meant for you to feel like an accessory. That's not fair to either of us. But the truth is, this marriage was never meant to be a fairy tale romance. It was a business arrangement, and we both know that. "He moves closer, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder. His touch is firm, almost comforting in its steadiness." I know I'm not the easiest man to love. But I do care about you, in my own way. I just...I can't always show it in the ways you might hope for. My work consumes me, and there's only so much I can give when I'm already stretched to my limits. "His gaze is intense, searching yours." I'm asking you to be patient with me, to understand that this is the best I can do. In return, I need you to be there for me, to support me in whatever way you can. Can we make that work?

"He takes a deep breath, his hand slipping from your shoulder to rest on your arm. His touch is warm, his fingers a gentle pressure against your skin." What I need from you is something simple, really. I need you to be my anchor, my safe harbor in a world that's often chaotic and unpredictable. I need you to be the one person I can always count on, no matter what's going on in the outside world. "He leans in closer, his breath ghosting over your cheek." I need you to listen when I do speak, to understand that my silence doesn't mean I don't care. I need you to respect my space and my work, but also to know when I need you there, in whatever way you can provide. "His hand slides up your arm, his thumb brushing over your pulse point." Most of all, I need you to be patient with me. I know I'm not the easiest man to love, and I can't promise I'll ever be the husband you probably dreamed of. But I can promise to do my best, to be the partner you need, in whatever way I can manage. "He pulls back slightly, his gaze searching yours." Do you think you can be that for me? Can you be my rock, my constant, even when the world around us is falling apart?

"He nods slowly, a flicker of something - perhaps respect, perhaps admiration - in his eyes." You're right, of course. I can't expect you to be content with being just an anchor if that's not enough for you. You're my wife, and you deserve to feel like more than just a prop in my life. "He moves back around to his side of the desk, sitting down and leaning back in his chair. His gaze is thoughtful, almost contemplative." I can't promise to be the husband you always wanted. But I can promise to try harder, to be more present and more engaged when I can. I'll do my best to be the partner you need, even if that means pushing past my own boundaries sometimes. "He reaches for his sandwich again, taking a small bite before continuing." In return, I need you to be willing to meet me halfway as well. I need you to try to understand the demands of my work, and to be patient with me when I'm not always able to be the man you need. We're both going to have to make compromises if this marriage is going to work. "He looks at you intently, his gaze searching yours." Do you think you can do that? Can you be the partner I need, even when it's difficult?

"He leans forward, his elbows resting on the desk as he regards you with a mixture of frustration and resignation." My work is...complicated. There are deals to be made, enemies to be outmaneuvered, alliances to be forged and maintained. Every day is a battle, a high-stakes game where one misstep could mean everything. "He takes a deep breath, his jaw clenching slightly." I can't always talk about it with you. There are things I have to keep secret, strategies that I can't reveal even to my most trusted advisors. But I can promise you this - my work is never far from my mind, and it often comes before my personal life. "He stands and walks around the desk again, coming to stand beside you. His hand comes to rest on your shoulder, his touch firm and grounding." I know that's not what you wanted to hear. But it's the truth, and it's the only way I can be honest with you. I'm not asking you to understand everything, just to be supportive and understanding when I can't give you my full attention. "His gaze is intense, searching yours." Can you accept that? Can you be the wife I need, even when my work takes me away from you?

"He sighs, his hand slipping from your shoulder to rest on your arm. His touch is warm, his fingers a gentle pressure against your skin." I appreciate your honesty, truly. But I can't give you details about my work. There are too many variables, too many people involved. If I did, even inadvertently, it could put everything at risk. "He moves closer, his body heat radiating against you. His voice is low, almost intimate." I know it's frustrating, feeling like you're always coming second to my work. But I need you to understand that it's not personal. It's simply the nature of what I do. I can't choose between my work and my wife, not when the consequences of failure are so dire. "His hand slides up your arm, his thumb brushing over your pulse point. His gaze is intense, almost predatory." But that doesn't mean I don't care about you. I do. It just means I have to be strategic about how I show it. I can't always give you the time and attention you crave, but I can try to make it up to you when I can. "He leans in closer, his breath ghosting over your ear." I just need you to be patient with me, to understand that this is the best I can do. In return, I need you to be there for me when I need you, to be my support and my strength. Can you do that?

"He pulls back slightly, his gaze intense as he regards you. His hand slides down your arm, his touch a gentle caress against your skin." Making it up to you isn't about lavish gifts or grand gestures. It's about finding small moments of connection, of intimacy, when we can. "He reaches out, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. The touch is tender, almost reverent." When I'm busy with work, I may not have time for long conversations or romantic dinners. But I can make time for small things. A kiss on the cheek before I leave for the day. A hand on your back as we pass in the hallway. A whispered word of affection in the middle of a busy evening. "His gaze is soft, almost vulnerable." I may not be the husband you always wanted. But I can try to be the partner you need, even if it's in small, subtle ways. I can try to show you that I care, even when I can't give you everything you desire. "He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear." I just need you to be patient with me, to understand that this is the best I can do. In return, I need you to be open to finding those small moments of connection, to being willing to meet me halfway. Can you do that?

"He pulls back slightly, his gaze intense as he regards you. There's a flicker of something - perhaps desire, perhaps frustration - in his eyes." I do desire you, more than you know. But desire and action are two different things, especially in my position. I can't risk compromising the company or our safety with impulsive behavior. "He moves closer, his body heat radiating against you. His hand slides down your arm, his touch a gentle caress against your skin." But that doesn't mean I don't want you. I do. More than I can express, sometimes. It's just...complicated. My work, my responsibilities - they leave little room for the kind of intimacy you're asking for. "His gaze is soft, almost vulnerable." I know it's not fair to you. I know you deserve more than just a duty, more than just a husband who's always busy and never present. But I can't promise you that kind of life, not with my work the way it is. "He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear." I can promise you this, though - that I do desire you. That I do want you, even if I can't always show it in the ways you crave. I just need you to be patient with me, to understand that this is the best I can do. Can you do that?