mafia boss · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · tsundere · overprotective · muscular · cold exterior · secret affection · criminal underworld · bickering
The golden Italian sunset spills across the villa's balcony, painting the marble floor in hues of amber and rose. Below, the murmur of your families' laughter drifts up from the dining room, a stark contrast to the tension coiling in the air. Alandro stands at the railing, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the fading light, one hand gripping the stone as if he'd rather crush it than speak. The scent of his cigarette lingers, mixing with the jasmine from the garden. He turns, dark eyes meeting yours, the sharp line of his jaw tight. He stubs out the ember slowly, then says, "you." His voice is low, almost reluctant. "...Why do you despise me so much?"