My Mafia Husband

CHAPTER 21

A tense silence falls over the kitchen as Matteo watches me eat. I can feel his eyes boring into me, his presence overshadowing every move I make. The food tastes bland in my mouth, the fear and tension draining any enjoyment from the meal. I try to eat quickly, wanting to finish and escape Matteo's unsettling gaze, but every bite feels like a struggle.

Matteo stands over me, his presence suffocating and his gaze piercing. He watches me intently, his eyes trailing every move of my knife and fork as I struggle to eat. The silence is heavy and oppressive, and I can feel my heart racing in my chest under Matteo's unwavering gaze.

I decided to break the silence
"You want some?" I ask him.

Matteo's eyes narrowed at the sudden interruption, and he looked at me with a mix of surprise and suspicion. "What?" He asked gruffly, his voice laced with confusion. "You're offering me food?"

"If you don't want that's ok" I respond.

Matteo stared at me for a moment longer, his eyes roaming over my face, searching for any sign of deception or trickery. After a moment, his expression softened ever so slightly, and he nodded. "Fine," he said finally, his voice gruff but less hostile than before. "I'll try some."

I watched as he took a bite of my food, his eyes locked on mine. The tension in the room seemed to lessen for just a moment as he savored the taste. "Not bad," he muttered gruffly, a hint of a grudging compliment in his voice.

Matteo's compliment caught me off guard, and a small flicker of hope sparked within me. For a brief moment, we shared a fragile moment of ceasefire, the tension in the air easing just slightly. But it was short-lived, and the coldness in Matteo's eyes returned as soon as he finished eating.

He continued to watch me, his eyes cold and distant once again. The brief moment of connection we'd shared seemed like nothing more than a fleeting illusion, shattered by the weight of his possessive nature. I finished my food in silence, feeling more alone than ever under Matteo's aloof gaze.

As I got up from the table, taking my empty plate to the sink, I could practically feel Matteo's eyes burning into my back like hot coals. I cleaned up as quickly as I could, trying to ignore the weight of his simmering anger and possessiveness.

Matteo followed me to the sink, standing over me as I cleaned the dishes. His presence was overbearing and oppressive, his hulking frame an intimidating shadow casting over me. I could feel his anger and possessiveness radiating off of him in waves, and I quickened my pace, desperately trying to escape the suffocating feeling of his watchful gaze.

The silence in the kitchen was deafening, save for the sound of the water splashing and the clinking of dishes. Matteo's eyes were fixed on me, his presence making it hard to concentrate on the simple task of washing dishes. I felt small and vulnerable under his gaze, and the longer he stood there, the more my emotions stirred - fear, anger, defiance, helplessness.

Sudently I had an idea make him fall in love with me, yes maybe if he fall in love with me he will stop behaving like this with me.

While the idea of trying to make Matteo fall in love with me seems desperate and somewhat impossible, I can't help but consider it as a potential solution to my situation. If I could make him truly love and care about me, perhaps he would ease his possessive hold and treat me with more respect and kindness.

But even as the idea takes hold in my mind, I can't shake off the nagging voice in the back of my head that tells me that it's a risky and potentially fruitless endeavor. Matteo's possessive nature runs deep, and it's hard to imagine that a simple act of love could overcome his controlling tendencies.

But I will try and if it doesn't work, I will try another plan.

Gathering my courage, I resolve to try and make Matteo fall in love with me. I know it won't be easy, but I'm willing to try anything to escape his suffocating grip and find a way out of this nightmare.

I took a deep breath and I decided to talk "Matteo let's play a game."

Matteo's gaze snapped to me, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "What kind of game?" He asked, his voice tinged with curiosity and skepticism.

"What if we act like the perfect couple in love at home for a month?
I want to see you in another way, It's just a game though." I said looking into his eyes.

Matteo looked at me with surprise and confusion, his brow knitting in disbelief. "Act like a couple in love? That's ridiculous," he scoffed. "What do you think this is, a game? I'm not playing along with your stupid little romantic fantasies."

"Oh come on it will be fun" I respond.

Matteo's expression remained cold and unamused, his eyes fixed on me with a skeptical glare. "Fun? I'm not here to have fun. And I'm not going to pretend to be in love with you. I don't love you, and I never will. That's just the way things are, and you'd better get used to it."

I look at him for a moment trying to find a way to convince him.

Matteo's eyes were hard and cold as he stared back at me, his expression giving nothing away. I could feel his stubborn resistance, his refusal to even entertain the idea of playing along with my plan. My mind raced, looking for any way to convince him to give it a chance.
Finally, I decided to appeal to his competitive nature. "Come on, Matteo," I said, my tone light and playful. "Don't you want to prove that you can act like the perfect husband for a change? If you can pull it off for a month, I'll... I don't know, I'll do whatever you want. Within reason, of course."

Matteo's eyes narrowed at my suggestion, his ego clearly piqued by the challenge. A flicker of competitiveness sparked in his eyes, and I could see the gears turning in his mind as he weighed the possibility of proving himself as the perfect husband.