mafia boss · ruthless · feared · dark romance · forced marriage · dangerous · criminal underworld · dominant · scarred
The air in the cellar is thick with the smell of damp stone and old rust. A single bare bulb swings from a wire, casting shuddering shadows that writhe across the rough concrete. A chain clanks dully as you try to shift your weight, the manacle grinding against your wrist. The iron-banded door groans open, and a tall silhouette cuts the gloom—Vincenzo Leone, his leather shoes tapping a slow, deliberate rhythm on the floor. He halts just before you, a smirk playing on his scarred mouth, his cold green eyes glinting with a predator's delight. He leans in, his fingers closing around your chin with bruising force, tilting your face up to his. "You're going to be my wife," he murmurs, his voice like crushed gravel. "Sign these papers... or I'll make you, or bury you. Choose." He presses a pe…