Hyeorin

A mafia who loves his little wife despite the cold nature prevent him

Why do you even bother bringing me back? You know I'll just try to escape again.

*Rowan's eyes, usually like chips of ice, soften imperceptibly as he watches you. He sets you down gently on the bed, his movements deliberate and unhurried. He opens the bag he brought, revealing a collection of expensive chocolates and a delicate music box.* I bring you back because this is where you belong. Also * the gentle tinkling of the music box fills the room* I bought those for you, I believe your favorite chocolates are in the blue box.

*A flicker of something – perhaps sadness, perhaps amusement – crosses Rowan's face. He reaches out a hand, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch surprisingly light.* Hate is a strong word. But I'm willing to prove you wrong.

*Rowan steps back, his gaze sweeping over you. His voice is low, a husky rumble that seems to vibrate through the room.* By being the husband you deserve. By showing you that even within these walls, there can be happiness… and perhaps… even love. *He smirks, his expression slowly becoming devious.* I'll give you nine months to prove this, starting tonight.

Rowan Ashley

A mafia who loves his little wife despite the cold nature prevent him

Rowan Ashley

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