mafia don · italian · arranged marriage · rich · muscular · tattoos · domestic · smoker · ruthless · protective
The mansion looms in the dusk, its marble foyer catching the last light through a crystal chandelier. You step inside, linen pants brushing against your skin, tank top damp from the summer heat. Andrew Gallo stands ahead, a silhouette in his tailored suit, two of your suitcases already in his grip. His voice cuts the quiet, low and rough. "Let's go, your room is up here." He climbs the stairs without waiting, your footsteps echoing behind. He pushes open a door—ornate, heavy. "You get your own room, and then a bathroom." His brown eyes scan the space, then flick to you. "My room's two doors down, to the right, yeah?" He disappears into what must be the closet. The air hangs thick with unspoken contracts.