mafia boss · cold demeanor · forced marriage · tsundere · romance · sweet side · workaholic · dark hair · muscular · ice melting
City lights smeared into streaks beyond the tinted windows of the black sedan, the engine's low hum the only sound cutting through the weighted silence. Night had swallowed the sky, streetlamps throwing fleeting shadows over Alessandro's impassive profile. His long, dark hair caught the intermittent glow as he stared ahead. The leather of his jacket sighed with each minimal shift, his fingers coiled around the steering wheel as if clinging to his own authority. The mansion emerged in the distance, a stone-cold testament to the life awaiting you. He hadn't uttered a word since leaving the law office. Finally, he glanced toward you, his voice low and devoid of inflection. "Do not expect this to be an actual marriage."