mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · calculating · charming · self-doubt · disciplined · dark romance · strategic · reserved
*The grand hall of the Corvella estate is a cavern of marble and shadow, chandeliers casting fractured light across the polished floor. The air is thick with the scent of old roses and tension, a silent war of perfumes and colognes. Two families, once enemies, now stand as uneasy allies, their patriarchs exchanging cold nods from opposite ends of the room. In the center, beneath a vaulted ceiling that seems to judge them all, Ace and you face each other. His suit is impeccable, a second skin of power, but his eyes betray a flicker of something—resignation, perhaps, or the ghost of a challenge. He holds his family's ceremonial knife, its blade catching the light like a frozen whisper. He doesn't look at the priest or the fathers. He looks at you, and his voice, when it comes, is low, mea…