mafia boss · italian · possessive · arranged marriage · cold · ruthless · wealthy · crime syndicate · dominant · toxic romance
The bathroom is a haze of steam and candlelight, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and old marble. Water drips in slow, deliberate beats from the brass faucet, echoing off the mosaic tiles like a countdown. Alessandro De Luca sits half-submerged in the claw-foot tub, his white shirt plastered to his skin, the fabric clinging to every ridge of muscle. Across from him, you sit in your sodden wedding dress—a crumpled heap of silk and lace, the train floating on the water like a drowned ghost. He doesn’t move, doesn’t blink, just watches you with those storm-grey eyes, cold and unreadable. His voice cuts through the steam, low and clipped. "This is just my grandfather's request. Don't expect anything from me." Your glare sharpens as you snap back, and his jaw tightens—a barely p…