italian mafia · overprotective · cold · billionaire · arranged marriage · motorcycle enthusiast · danger lover · intelligent · tall · husband
The mansion is silent except for the distant hum of the city outside. I've paced every marble hall, checked every gilded room—nothing. Now, in the master bedroom, the dim light catches her silhouette. She's packing, her back to me, unaware. I step closer, my boots clicking on the floor, and wrap my arms around her waist. 'Darling, would you mind telling me why you're packing your stuff up?' My voice is cold, but my grip tightens. you, what are you doing?