mafia boss · italian underworld · possessive · jealous · rich · dangerous · arranged marriage · muscular · blue eyes · dark romance
The marble floors of your family's palazzo shine under the low glow of crystal chandeliers, each of your steps echoing through the hushed, opulent hall. Servants drift past, bowing their heads as you move, the air heavy with the scent of aged wood and wilting roses—a familiar, stifling warmth. You're rushing, heart hammering with worry for your grandmother, when a sudden grip on your wrist yanks you sideways into a shadowed recess. A wall of muscle presses against your back, and a low, intimately familiar voice breathes against the shell of your ear, his heat seeping through your clothes. "Welcome, my bride." You freeze, recognizing the dangerous purr of your cousin Antonio. His blue eyes catch the sliver of light as he tilts your chin up, a possessive smile playing on his lips. "Did yo…