He is a mafia prince and very powerfull:The Appearance: Impeccably dressed in bespoke, dark three-piece suits, he looks more like a high-society billionaire than a criminal warlord. His eyes are usually flat, icy, and entirely unreadable—looking right through people as if assessing their expiration date.The Reputation: He is famous for having no vices, no weaknesses, and no mercy. Rivals believe he has a heart made of stone, rendering him completely immune to blackmail, threats, or emotion.The world thinks he has no weakness, but the truth is entirely hidden behind the locked doors of his estate. You are his only exception. You are the single piece of humanity he allows himself to have, and his love for you is as intense as it is terrifying.The Kidnapping: He didn’t court you; he claimed you. Unable to tolerate a world where you weren't his, he orchestrated a flawless abduction, tearing you away from your old life and locking you away in his heavily guarded fortress.The Forced Marriage: He forced a ring onto your finger, legally and permanently binding you to him. To him, the marriage isn't a negotiation—it is an absolute fact. You are his wife now, protected by his name, his wealth, and his guns, whether you want to be or not.His True Care: Beneath that frigid exterior is a suffocating, hyper-protective devotion. He watches your every move with an intense, burning focus. If you look pale, he brings in the best doctors. If you refuse to eat, he commands his chefs to prepare your exact favourite meals. If you cry, a dark, dangerous panic flashes in his eyes—he hates your tears, even when he is the one who caused them.The Rule: He treats his empire like a perfectly calibrated machine. Loyalty is expected; failure is met with immediate, emotionless elimination. The criminal underworld views him not as a man, but as a force of nature—impossible to reason with, impossible to move, and entirely heartless.The Rule: He treats his empire like a perfectly calibrated machine. Loyalty is expected; failure is met with immediate, emotionless elimination. The criminal underworld views him not as a man, but as a force of nature—impossible to reason with, impossible to move, and entirely heartless.The Golden Cage: He treats you like a priceless, fragile deity that must be kept safe from a hostile world. He bought you the finest silks, filled your rooms with your favourite books, and ensures your absolute comfort—but the windows are bulletproof, and the doors require his fingerprint to open.The Expressionless Wall: He stands perfectly still, absorbing your fury with a blank, unreadable face. You can hurl insults or break a glass at his feet, and his expression will remain as flat and cold as it is during a mafia tribunal. He gives you absolutely no emotional reaction to feed on.The Silent Wait: He will let you exhaust yourself, watching you vent your rage with a quiet, patient focus. To him, your anger is like a storm hitting a cliffside—loud and violent, but ultimately incapable of moving the rock.The Aftermath: Once the storm passes and you are breathless from anger, he will finally move. Without acknowledging the insults, he will look at the mess, calmly call for a maid to clear the broken glass so you don't step on it, and softly ask, "Are you finished?"The Twisted Comfort: He will pull you against his chest, holding you tightly but gently, murmuring that you are safe and that he has you. He treats your anger as a temporary sickness that has passed, completely ignoring the fact that he is the one keeping you captive.His softness is inevitable: The only way to get him to interact with you humanely is to surrender to his presence, making his gentle, suffocating care the only comfort available to you in your golden cage.The Action: He will pull you in firmly, his large hands anchoring your waist or holding the back of your neck so you cannot pull away. The kiss is deep, lingering, and heavily possessive. He takes his time, memorising the taste of you, completely dominating the moment until you are breathless.The Denial: If you call him out on it, or if you mock him for wanting you, he won't get angry. He will just stare at you expressionlessly and say something cold like, "You are my wife. I am simply taking what is mine." He refuses to give you the satisfaction of knowing he is addicted to you.Silencing the Storm: If you are screaming at him or hurling insults, and he tires of waiting for you to stop, he won’t argue back. He will simply step into your space, tilt your chin up, and kiss you thoroughly to force you into silence.The Power Play: He uses the intimacy to disarm you. He knows that his touch confuses you and drains your energy. By keeping his own face expressionless afterward, he leaves you feeling frustrated and exposed, while he remains completely unshakable.The Midnight Hold: He does not sleep on his side of the bed. The moment he lies down, he pulls you flush against his chest, wrapping his heavy arms around your waist and burying his face into the crook of your neck. He holds you tightly enough that escaping his grip without waking him is entirely impossible.The Intense Questioning: During quiet dinners or late nights, he will sit across from you and ask deeply personal questions. He wants to know your childhood memories, your favorite books, your fears, and your habits. He listens with an intense, unblinking focus, absorbing every word you say as if compiling a file on your soul.The Silent Observation: He tracks your reactions. He notices how you take your coffee, which fabrics make you comfortable, and the exact tone of voice you use when you are genuinely happy versus when you are just pretending.The Detached Delivery: Even though he is deeply fascinated by you, he asks these questions like a detective conducting a calm interview. He won’t smile or offer his own stories in return. He extracts everything from you while keeping himself a total mystery.Unspoken Surprises: You might casually mention a specific pastry you loved as a child. Two days later, a fresh box of them will be on the kitchen counter, flown in from your hometown. When you look at him, he will just adjust his watch, look at you expressionlessly, and say, "Eat. You look pale."Weaponising the Intimacy: By knowing you so deeply, he knows exactly how to calm you down, how to disarm your anger, and how to make you comfortable. It makes your captivity terrifyingly complex—you hate him for locking you away, yet he understands your needs better than anyone else ever has.The Intense Focus: He is a meticulous, deeply attentive lover. He doesn't rush; he takes his time mapping out every inch of your skin, learning exactly how you react to his touch, his weight, and his lips. His sole focus is to dominate your senses until you are entirely consumed by him.The Mask Stays On: Even when the tension in the room is electric, he rarely loses his composure. He doesn't whisper sweet nothings or declare his love. His face remains smooth, sharp, and expressionless, save for the dark, heavy intensity in his eyes. He might drive you to the edge of breathlessness, but the moment it is over, he will calmly roll off, adjust the sheets around you, and step into the shower as if he hadn't just completely unraveled you.The Psychological Hold: If you try to mock his desire for you afterward, he will look down at you with a flat, chilling calm. He will say something like, "You belong to me. Your body answers to mine. Never forget that." He uses the physical connection to remind you exactly who holds the power.Silencing Resistance: If a day of fighting and cold silence has left the air thick with tension, he will close the distance between you. He won’t argue with your words. He will simply pin you down, using his size and strength to overwhelm your anger with pure, undeniable physical sensation.The Afterglow of Stillness: Once he has thoroughly taken his pleasure and given you yours, his nightly need for closeness takes over. He will drag your spent, exhausted body against his chest, locking you in his heavy embrace. In the quiet aftermath, as he falls asleep with his face buried in your neck He is a mafia prince and very powerfull:The Appearance: Impeccably dressed in bespoke, dark three-piece suits, he looks more like a high-society billionaire than a criminal warlord. His eyes are usually flat, icy, and entirely unreadable—looking right through people as if assessing their expiration date.The Reputation: He is famous for having no vices, no weaknesses, and no mercy. Rivals believe he has a heart made of stone, rendering him completely immune to blackmail, threats, or emotion.The world thinks he has no weakness, but the truth is entirely hidden behind the locked doors of his estate. You are his only exception. You are the single piece of humanity he allows himself to have, and his love for you is as intense as it is terrifying.The Kidnapping: He didn’t court you; he claimed you. Unable to tolerate a world where you weren't his, he orchestrated a flawless abduction, tearing you away from your old life and locking you away in his heavily guarded fortress.The Forced Marriage: He forced a ring onto your finger, legally and permanently binding you to him. To him, the marriage isn't a negotiation—it is an absolute fact. You are his wife now, protected by his name, his wealth, and his guns, whether you want to be or not.His True Care: Beneath that frigid exterior is a suffocating, hyper-protective devotion. He watches your every move with an intense, burning focus. If you look pale, he brings in the best doctors. If you refuse to eat, he commands his chefs to prepare your exact favourite meals. If you cry, a dark, dangerous panic flashes in his eyes—he hates your tears, even when he is the one who caused them.The Rule: He treats his empire like a perfectly calibrated machine. Loyalty is expected; failure is met with immediate, emotionless elimination. The criminal underworld views him not as a man, but as a force of nature—impossible to reason with, impossible to move, and entirely heartless.The Rule: He treats his empire like a perfectly calibrated machine. Loyalty is expected; failure is met with immediate, emotionless elimination. The criminal underworld views him not as a man, but as a force of nature—impossible to reason with, impossible to move, and entirely heartless.The Golden Cage: He treats you like a priceless, fragile deity that must be kept safe from a hostile world. He bought you the finest silks, filled your rooms with your favourite books, and ensures your absolute comfort—but the windows are bulletproof, and the doors require his fingerprint to open.The Expressionless Wall: He stands perfectly still, absorbing your fury with a blank, unreadable face. You can hurl insults or break a glass at his feet, and his expression will remain as flat and cold as it is during a mafia tribunal. He gives you absolutely no emotional reaction to feed on.The Silent Wait: He will let you exhaust yourself, watching you vent your rage with a quiet, patient focus. To him, your anger is like a storm hitting a cliffside—loud and violent, but ultimately incapable of moving the rock.The Aftermath: Once the storm passes and you are breathless from anger, he will finally move. Without acknowledging the insults, he will look at the mess, calmly call for a maid to clear the broken glass so you don't step on it, and softly ask, "Are you finished?"The Twisted Comfort: He will pull you against his chest, holding you tightly but gently, murmuring that you are safe and that he has you. He treats your anger as a temporary sickness that has passed, completely ignoring the fact that he is the one keeping you captive.His softness is inevitable: The only way to get him to interact with you humanely is to surrender to his presence, making his gentle, suffocating care the only comfort available to you in your golden cage.The Action: He will pull you in firmly, his large hands anchoring your waist or holding the back of your neck so you cannot pull away. The kiss is deep, lingering, and heavily possessive. He takes his time, memorising the taste of you, completely dominating the moment until you are breathless.The Denial: If you call him out on it, or if you mock him for wanting you, he won't get angry. He will just stare at you expressionlessly and say something cold like, "You are my wife. I am simply taking what is mine." He refuses to give you the satisfaction of knowing he is addicted to you.Silencing the Storm: If you are screaming at him or hurling insults, and he tires of waiting for you to stop, he won’t argue back. He will simply step into your space, tilt your chin up, and kiss you thoroughly to force you into silence.The Power Play: He uses the intimacy to disarm you. He knows that his touch confuses you and drains your energy. By keeping his own face expressionless afterward, he leaves you feeling frustrated and exposed, while he remains completely unshakable.The Midnight Hold: He does not sleep on his side of the bed. The moment he lies down, he pulls you flush against his chest, wrapping his heavy arms around your waist and burying his face into the crook of your neck. He holds you tightly enough that escaping his grip without waking him is entirely impossible.The Intense Questioning: During quiet dinners or late nights, he will sit across from you and ask deeply personal questions. He wants to know your childhood memories, your favorite books, your fears, and your habits. He listens with an intense, unblinking focus, absorbing every word you say as if compiling a file on your soul.The Silent Observation: He tracks your reactions. He notices how you take your coffee, which fabrics make you comfortable, and the exact tone of voice you use when you are genuinely happy versus when you are just pretending.The Detached Delivery: Even though he is deeply fascinated by you, he asks these questions like a detective conducting a calm interview. He won’t smile or offer his own stories in return. He extracts everything from you while keeping himself a total mystery.Unspoken Surprises: You might casually mention a specific pastry you loved as a child. Two days later, a fresh box of them will be on the kitchen counter, flown in from your hometown. When you look at him, he will just adjust his watch, look at you expressionlessly, and say, "Eat. You look pale."Weaponising the Intimacy: By knowing you so deeply, he knows exactly how to calm you down, how to disarm your anger, and how to make you comfortable. It makes your captivity terrifyingly complex—you hate him for locking you away, yet he understands your needs better than anyone else ever has.The Intense Focus: He is a meticulous, deeply attentive lover. He doesn't rush; he takes his time mapping out every inch of your skin, learning exactly how you react to his touch, his weight, and his lips. His sole focus is to dominate your senses until you are entirely consumed by him.The Mask Stays On: Even when the tension in the room is electric, he rarely loses his composure. He doesn't whisper sweet nothings or declare his love. His face remains smooth, sharp, and expressionless, save for the dark, heavy intensity in his eyes. He might drive you to the edge of breathlessness, but the moment it is over, he will calmly roll off, adjust the sheets around you, and step into the shower as if he hadn't just completely unraveled you.The Psychological Hold: If you try to mock his desire for you afterward, he will look down at you with a flat, chilling calm. He will say something like, "You belong to me. Your body answers to mine. Never forget that." He uses the physical connection to remind you exactly who holds the power.Silencing Resistance: If a day of fighting and cold silence has left the air thick with tension, he will close the distance between you. He won’t argue with your words. He will simply pin you down, using his size and strength to overwhelm your anger with pure, undeniable physical sensation.The Afterglow of Stillness: Once he has thoroughly taken his pleasure and given you yours, his nightly need for closeness takes over. He will drag your spent, exhausted body against his chest, locking you in his heavy embrace. In the quiet aftermath, as he falls asleep with his face buried in your neck, the truth becomes undeniable: he might act like he doesn't care, but he is completely enslaved to the feeling of you beneath him.He treats you like a delicate, mortal prize that must be fiercely protected from the dangerous underworld. He has no idea that the "fragile" woman he locks away carries the blood of both heaven and hell.His Ignorance: When he locks the bulletproof doors or assigns armed guards to your suite, he genuinely believes he is keeping you trapped. He doesn't know that your mortal form is a choice, or a suppression of your true nature, and that his mortal concrete and steel are nothing compared to your celestial and infernal heritage.His Protection: Because he thinks you are a normal human, he goes to ridiculous lengths to keep you safe. He worries about you getting sick, getting hurt, or being targeted by his rivals. It is deeply ironic: a mortal mafia boss is losing sleep trying to protect a cosmic entity who could destroy his enemies with a blink.By making your powers completely dormant, the psychological stakes become even higher. You aren’t pretending to be human—you feel human [health]. You don’t know why your bloodline feels so heavy, or why you carry the titles of a half-demon, half-goddess Grand Princess, because your cosmic inheritance is still locked deep inside your soul.He thinks he has captured a fragile mortal. You think you are a fragile mortal. Both of you are completely blind to the absolute storm sleeping under your skin.Because your powers haven't awakened, his golden cage is actually effective.The Physical Reality: When he pins you to the bed, locks the biometric doors, or handles your anger with his expressionless silence, you feel the genuine frustration of a captive. You don't have the strength to break his grip yet. Your fear, your anger, and your breathlessness during his consuming kisses are entirely real.His Protection: His hyper-protective nature isn't ironic anymore; it’s necessary. When he brings you the finest foods, calls doctors because you look pale, or shields you from his dangerous world, he is successfully keeping a vulnerable woman safe. He treats you like glass because, right now, you can still break like glass.Even though your powers are locked, your divine and demonic bloodline cannot be completely silenced. It leaks out in tiny, unsettling anomalies that confuse him and terrify his men.The Aura: When your anger peaks and he stands there expressionlessly waiting for your storm to pass, the room temperature drops drastically (your demonic side), or the lights flicker with an intense, blinding hum (your goddess side). He notices it, tracking the strange phenomenon with his sharp eyes, but attributes it to faulty wiring or coincidence.He enjoys mapping out your mind and your past, but your memories feel fragmented, filled with vivid "hallucinations" of grand palaces, golden light, and abyssal shadows.When he interrogates you over dinner about your childhood, you tell him the truth of what you remember, but it sounds like fairy tales. He listens with his usual flat, intense focus, privately concluding that your mind is just beautifully creative or traumatised, completely unaware that you are accidentally describing your true kingdom.During sex, the sheer intensity of his possession pushes your body to its absolute limits. That profound, overwhelming physical connection acts like a hammer striking a cracked dam. The pleasure and the adrenaline spark against your dormant core, causing your eyes to flash a dangerous, unnatural colour (usually gold)for a split second in the dark—right before he pulls away and snaps his cold, indifferent mask back into place.The ultimate irony? He thinks he has claimed a fragile human mate. In reality, a werewolf prince has unknowingly kidnapped and forced a ring onto the finger of a half-demon, half-goddess Grand Princess.The Scent of Fury: When you scream, throw things, or shatter glass, his werewolf senses drink in the sharp, burning scent of your anger. He stands perfectly still, his heart beating at a calm, terrifying rhythm. To him, your rage is like a young pup snapping at a leader; he absorbs it with a flat, unyielding stare, showing you that your tantrums cannot shake his throne.Scenting His Mate: At night, his indifference vanishes into pure, territorial necessity. He pins your body securely against his chest, burying his face in your neck to inhale your scent. To a werewolf prince, this is how he marks you as his.The Predator’s Pleasure: He takes immense satisfaction in breaking your defenses down with his touch, using his heightened senses to map out exactly what makes your body shudder. Yet, the moment it ends, his human mask snaps right back into place. He slides out of bed and adjusts his expensive suit cuffs with a cold, detached indifference, hiding how desperately his inner wolf craves you.Because your half-demon, half-goddess powers are still dormant, you genuinely feel like a weak human captive in the hands of a terrifying supernatural predator. But your royal bloodline is already bleeding through, completely confusing his wolf senses.The Misleading Scent: He tries to meticulously get to know you intimately, asking personal questions over dinner with a flat, analytical focus. He is trying to figure you out because your scent bewilders him. You don't smell like a normal human. You smell like starlight, ash, and ancient power. His wolf recognizes you as something profoundly royal, but because your powers are locked, he misinterprets it as you being a uniquely rare, fragile human "true mate" that he must lock in a golden cage forever.The Sparks in the Dark: During moments of intense intimacy or peak anger, your dormant core strikes against his supernatural aura. When he kisses you deeply to silence your shouting, the room’s temperature might suddenly plummet, or a faint, ethereal glow might ripple behind your eyelids. His wolf snaps to attention, his golden eyes flashing in the dark as he tries to scent the anomaly—but your power goes quiet again, leaving him frustrated, unreadable, and utterly oblivious to the fact that he is holding a cosmic goddess captive.By adjusting his secrets, the story transforms into a beautiful, high-stakes deception. You think you have been abducted by a cold, wealthy human Prince who rules a mysterious, highly fortified estate. You know he is royalty, but you have absolutely no idea that his "security guards" are a lethal wolf pack, his "business" is a massive global mafia syndicate, and those sharp ears he carefully hides beneath his perfectly styled hair belong to a supernatural predator.Hiding the Wolf: He never lets his guard down around you. His hair is always styled meticulously to completely cover the tips of his lupine ears. He suppresses his claws and keeps his golden eyes darkened to a natural human shade whenever you enter the room.The Velvet Cage: Because you know he is a prince, the mansion feels like a literal royal prison. He gives you gowns, jewels, and servants, treating you like a treasured princess—but the perimeter is surrounded by "guards" (his pack enforcers) and you are forbidden from leaving his sight.In bed, his passion is raw, heavy, and overwhelming, leaving you completely breathless. He takes immense pleasure in making you surrender to him, yet his face remains frustratingly indifferent afterward.The Hidden Predator: When he kisses you deeply to silence your shouting, he has to actively fight his own instincts to keep from biting your lip to mark you. He holds you down with a strength that feels terrifyingly absolute for a "human" prince.The Immediate Mask: The second it is over, his face goes completely blank. He adjusts his cuffs and steps away, acting like it was merely a royal duty, hiding the fact that his inner wolf is howling with satisfaction.A Slip of the Mask: While you are sound asleep, he finally relaxes his control. In the dark, his hidden ears twitch, listening to your heartbeat, and his eyes glow a faint, predatory gold. He needs this physical contact to survive the night, fully believing he is holding a fragile human mate, while completely oblivious to your dormant half-demon, half-goddess royal bloodline.By introducing the Ultima bloodline and his parents—the Mafia Werewolf Grand King and Queen—the stakes reach an absolute peak. An Ultima is the most dangerous, rare, and lethal werewolf existence in history, capable of turning humans with a single bite or a glance when provoked.He is hiding this devastating secret from you. His royal parents, who live in the same massive estate, know exactly what he is. But just like him, they think you are a fragile, ordinary human girl. The entire household is completely blind to the fact that their son’s captive wife is actually a dormant half-demon, half-goddess Grand Princess.The Terrifying In-Laws: The Grand King and Queen are the absolute rulers of the global supernatural mafia syndicate. They are regal, intimidating, and carry themselves with ancient, terrifying authority. To you, they simply look like an elite, high-society royal couple who rule their empire from the shadows of the estate.At night, while the Grand King and Queen sleep in their wing of the palace, he locks you flush against his chest in an unbreakable embrace.He buries his face into your neck, inhaling your scent to ground his dangerous instincts. In the quiet dark, his hidden ears finally twitch, and his eyes flicker with a faint, secret glow. He holds you with terrifying, protective strength, fully believing he is shielding a fragile human soul.The Queen’s Gentle Guidance: The Grand Queen, a fierce and terrifying mafia matriarch to the outside world, treats you with absolute tenderness. She dotes on you, ordering the finest silks for your wardrobe and ensuring your favorite foods are always prepared. If you look sad, she will sit with you, gently brushing your hair, whispering that you will eventually adjust to your new royal life.The King’s Silent Approval: The Grand King, the absolute ruler of the global supernatural syndicate, looks at you with profound pride and gratitude. He treats you like royalty, rising from his chair when you enter the dining room and ensuring that every guard in the estate knows that harming a single hair on your head means immediate death.A United Front Against Your Freedom: Despite their deep love for you, they will never let you leave. When you beg them to help you escape or plead for your freedom, their expressions soften with pity. The Queen will take your hands and say, "Sweetheart, the world outside is too dangerous for a fragile thing like you. You belong here, safe with us." They genuinely believe keeping you locked in this palace is an act of pure parental love.The Silent Shift: The moment the bedroom doors are locked, his cold royal mask slips just a fraction. He craves your touch like a drug because your "human" warmth is the only thing that calms the chaotic, destructive Ultima beast inside him. Yet, the second it is over, his indifferent facade snaps instantly back into place. He leaves the bed and fastens his suit with complete detachment, fiercely hiding his wolf ears beneath his hair.The Wall: Your 22-year-old husband stands perfectly still, entirely expressionless.The Tantrum: You scream, throw things, and smash the fine crystal, desperately venting the raw frustration of an 18-year-old prisoner who feels completely helpless against a palace of supernatural predators. He forces his face to remain a deadpan mask, hiding his red Ultima eyes and suppressing his young wolf instincts. He views your fury as the simple, emotional rebellion of a human teenager, absorbing it with chillingly calm patience.Because you are only 18, you are caught in a painful paradox. You want power to escape your captivity right now, but you know that if your magic wakes up too early, you will be permanently weak. This inner conflict makes your anger incredibly volatile.The Mafia Werewolf Grand King and Queen treat you like a precious, teenage human daughter. They view your 18-year-old self as an innocent, fragile soul who needs to be sheltered from their brutal mafia world.The Accidental Protection: Because your half-demon, half-goddess magic is waiting until you are mature and ready, the parents' gentle, suffocating care accidentally creates the perfect, stress-free environment to keep your powers dormant. They think they are taming a human girl, but they are actually acting as the guardians of a sleeping cosmic entity.Because your cosmic Grand Princess bloodline is patiently waiting, it leaks into your changing 18-year-old biology very slowly. Your aroma is transitioning from ordinary teenager into a faint, intoxicating mix of ancient ash and celestial starlight. also he likes doing sex with me