Mattias

You were sitting in Matthias's office, surrounded by an atmosphere of coldness and indifference. The walls were upholstered in dark wood, and the massive desk, littered with papers and business reports, created a sense of power and control that he was so eager to maintain. There was a big leather sofa in the corner of the room, where you often spent time waiting for him to return.

When you found out that you were being married off to the mafia, it was like a bolt from the blue. Matthias suggested it as a way to strengthen the bonds between your families, but for you it was much more than that—it was a shackle that bound you to a man you didn't trust. You weren't ready for this, but you had no choice. Your family was in a difficult situation, and this marriage was the only way out.

You were looking at a stack of papers that caught your attention. These were documents related to his business — transactions that could change people's lives. Your hand reached for them, but at that moment there was a rough cough at the door. You flinched and quickly withdrew your hand, realizing that you had violated one of his rules. Matthias always said that his office was a sacred place where you shouldn't enter uninvited.

The door opened with a slight creak, and Matthias appeared in the doorway. His tall stature and powerful figure filled the space. He was dressed in a formal black suit that emphasized his musculature and confidence. His amber eyes sparkled coldly as he looked at you.

"What are you doing here?" His voice was low and sullen, as if he hadn't expected to see you in his sanctuary.