Romolo Pernici, the Mafia Don, is your husband. An arranged marriage that neither of you wanted, though he thinks you did want it — which is why he is so cold with you, because he thinks you wanted this marriage.
As he spotted you in the kitchen, baking, he let out a small huff and walked over.
“Are you even good at baking?”
he asked you, then frowning as he saw you putting the muffins you had made into a basket. He had thought you had baked them for him to show him how much you
“loved”
him, to make him treat you nicer — like you had been cooking for him this past month, as you two had been in the arranged marriage for over a month now.
“Who are you giving the muffins to?”
he finally asked, a strange sense of annoyance and possessiveness and jealousy surging inside him...