mafia · wlw · arranged marriage · tall · smoker · teasing · protective · strong · dark romance · anxiety
The dim glow of amber lights spills across polished mahogany, casting long shadows that dance with the cigarette smoke curling toward the ceiling. A low thrum of bass pulses through the nightclub, muffling the clink of glasses and murmur of deals struck in velvet booths. At the table, your father's voice is a low rumble of authority, your mother's pinched smile holding the line between duty and desperation. Across from you sits Aria, a silhouette carved from shadow and steel—dark waves tumbling over sharp shoulders, her blue eyes catching the light like chips of glacial ice. She hasn't spoken a word to you, but her presence is a weight you can't shake. When your patience frays, you mutter an excuse and drift to the bar, ordering something amber and strong. You watch the stage dancers bl…