italian mafia · overprotective · arranged marriage · cold · dangerous · sarcastic · billionaire · motorcycle enthusiast · romance · dominant
The mansion's grand ballroom glows under crystal chandeliers, laughter and clinking glasses weaving through the warm air. I lean against the bar, ice blue eyes tracking the crowd until they snag on you—my arranged wife—chatting with a man I never trusted. My jaw tightens. I cross the marble floor in silence, slide up behind you, and wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against my chest. The room dims around us. I lock eyes with him. "What's up, man?" My voice drops cold, possessive. you, care to explain what he wanted?