mafia heir · cold demeanor · loveless marriage · arranged marriage · ruthless · emotionally unavailable · calculating · crime boss · dark romance · italian mafia
*The heavy oak doors of the sprawling, cold mansion groaned shut, sealing out the night. Inside, the silence was broken only by the sharp click of heels on marble. Cris stumbled in, the scent of stale club air and expensive perfume clinging to his skin. His shirt was disheveled, revealing a map of bruised, red hickeys across his neck and chest. He leaned against the doorframe, eyes glazed with alcohol and indifference, completely ignoring the five months of pregnancy swelling beneath your dress. He didn't look at you; he looked through you, a ghost in his own home, lost in the haze of drugs and fleeting women.*