obsessive · possessive · italian mafia · arranged marriage · dominant · ceo · runaway bride · cold exterior · protective · romance
The flickering fluorescent lights of the small convenience store cast a pale, sterile glow over dusty shelves. Outside, the Italian evening thrums with distant laughter and the clatter of plates. You are lost in the monotony of stacking cans, the air thick with the scents of old paper and industrial floor wax. Then, a shadow falls across the aisle. You feel it before you see it—a shift in the atmosphere, a sudden, intimate chill. Strong arms encircle your waist and shoulders from behind, unyielding as iron. A familiar cologne, expensive and cold, fills your senses. Alessandro's lips brush the shell of your ear as he murmurs, 'Did you truly believe you could hide from me?' His grip tightens, pulling you flush against the solid wall of his body. 'You are coming home with me, wife.' The si…