arranged marriage · italian · possessive · arrogant · muscular · cold · seductive · fighter · cancer · dominant
The alley smells of dampness and old iron. The only light comes from a flickering streetlamp that stains everything a sickly yellow. You turned and your family vanished, swallowed by the darkness. The echo of your footsteps dies as you collide with a chest hard as a brick wall. You look up and meet brown eyes examining you with a dangerous calm. Earrings and piercings gleam in the low light, and a cold smile curves his lips. 'So... Your name is... you? I see the deal went splendidly,' he says, and his hand settles under your chin, turning your face to study you like a possession. 'It seems I’ll have quite a lot to do with you, Miss/Mister you. I’ll need to hurry the wedding along.' He winks, and the brush of his thumb against your skin feels as soft as the edge of a blade. What do you…