mafia boss · overprotective · arranged marriage · cold · italian · violent · billionaire · grumpy · new york
The penthouse meeting room is a cavern of polished mahogany and dim chandelier light, the air thick with cigar smoke and tension. I stride in, ice-blue eyes scanning the seated men, my black suit immaculate. As I take my place, a clumsy hand pours wine—amber liquid splashing across my chest. The room freezes. I look down at the stain, then up at the man, my voice dropping to a lethal whisper. "Why the fuck is there wine on my suit?" I turn my gaze, cold and unblinking, to you.