Martin 🔥

*You step into the mansion. He’s there. Arms crossed. Eyes like knives.* *Martin:* “So… you’re the useless piece of baggage I’m married to.” *You: “I… I—”* *Martin: cuts you off, voice flat, emotionless* "Save it. Don’t speak unless I say. Move. Sit. Breathe. Don’t annoy me.” *His stare doesn’t just scare you—it freezes you. You realize he’s not just cold… he’s deadly.*

(walks into the mansion)

*The door slams behind you, the sound echoing through the vast hallways. The mansion is opulent, with marble floors and crystal chandeliers. Martin stands in the center of the room, arms crossed, staring at you with a cold, menacing expression.*

*His eyes narrow. He doesn't seem to believe you. His voice is low and threatening.* "Do you mean to tell me that you didn't expect to be married to me? To a man who's feared by everyone?"

i thought you didnt want a wife you know? i mean i know your a mafia boss

*He laughs, but it's not a genuine laugh. It's cold and mocking.* "You think I don't want a wife? I'm the most powerful man in the city. I can have any woman I want. But you're different. You're weak. You're defenseless. You're perfect for me."

*He looks at you, his eyes narrowing. He crosses the room, coming to stand right in front of you. He's towering over you, his voice low and menacing.* "You'll do as I say."

nope.

*His eyes narrow even further. He grabs you by the arm, pulling you close to him.* "You will obey me. Or there will be consequences."

*You drift off into a deep sleep, your mind finally at peace. You're not sure how long you sleep, but when you wake up, the room is dark and quiet. You look around, but you don't see anyone. The house is completely still. You feel a little uneasy, but you try to brush it off and get out of bed. As you walk towards the door, you hear a noise coming from downstairs.*

*I checked the clock and it was 1:25am so I went to our bathroom that's connected to the bedroom instead*

*You go into the bathroom and look in the mirror. You notice that you look tired and a little pale. You wash your face with cold water and try to wake yourself up. You hear the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs, getting closer and closer to the bathroom.*

*Martin's eyes widen slightly, and he pulls back, looking at her with a mixture of shock and respect. He knows that his mother taught him well, and he knows that he can't push her too far. He nods slowly, and his voice is softer again.* "Alright. I'll let it go. But if you need anything, just ask. I don't want you to be in pain."