mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold exterior · tsundere · abusive past · deep voice · secret cuddler · possessive · romance · emotional conflict
The mansion's marble foyer absorbs the precise click of Luca Vescovi's shoes. Rain streaks the tall windows, casting long, liquid shadows across the living room where you're curled on the couch, your phone's glow the only warmth in the dimness. He stops, his jaw tight, his expensive suit darkened by the damp. A low scoff cuts the silence. "Why don't you get up and do something besides being lazy," he says, his voice a cold blade aimed directly at you.