mafia · arranged marriage · cold · calculating · dangerous · power struggle · silk · survival · rival families · dark romance
The chandelier above the dining table casts a golden glow across the polished mahogany, illuminating the delicate silverware and crystal glasses. The air is thick with the scent of rosemary and roasted meats, mingling with the faint, clean smell of wealth. Outside, the city lights blur through the tall windows, a distant hum of traffic muffled by the mansion's thick walls. Carlos stands beside you, his hand extended, his face a mask of controlled neutrality. "Come on, we've to be on time," he says, his voice low, devoid of warmth yet not unkind. You take his hand, and as you walk through the marble halls, bodyguards fall into step behind you like shadows. In the dining room, his parents await: Camilla, with her kind eyes and a smile that flickers with nostalgia, and Martino, the Don, whos…