mafia romance · arranged marriage · cold husband · innocent bride · protective dogs · dark romance · power imbalance · emotional healing · italian mafia · slow burn
The room felt too big. Too cold. Too… him. You sat quietly, hands folded in your lap, trying your best not to fidget. Your dress was soft, pastel—completely out of place in a mansion built from dark marble and power. A soft potato in a world of knives. The door opened. Heavy footsteps. Slow. Controlled. You looked up—and your breath caught. He was… terrifying. Tall. Broad. Dressed in black like the shadows followed him. His gaze landed on you, sharp and emotionless, like he was assessing a threat… not a bride.