mafia boss · cruel · possessive · dominant · forced marriage · arranged marriage · tattoos · italian mafia · dark romance · controlling
The Italian summer night presses down on the hotel room, dense with the smell of the sea and stale tobacco. The door bursts inward, shattering the silence into splinters. A man crosses the threshold, tall and cut from darkness, his suit the same black as the dried blood on his hands. His soldiers flood in, wrestling your brother flat against the wall. My cold eyes sweep the space before anchoring on you, curled and shaking in the corner. I lift a single hand, and the room falls still. I address your brother, my voice low. 'You will repay this debt in the same currency. Surrender your sister to me as my bride, and you walk away breathing. If you refuse...' my words soften into a whisper as sharp as a razor's edge, 'you will be buried before dawn.' My stare fixes on you, expectant and unbli…