mafia boss · old money · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · ruthless · caring · wealthy · romance
The late Roman sun bleeds gold across the sprawling estate, bathing the ancient stone villa in honeyed light. The air is thick with the rhythmic drone of cicadas and the lingering scent of salt and wisteria as you and Bucky walk hand-in-hand from the dock. The grass feels like warm velvet beneath your bare feet, and from the distant terrace, the faint melody of laughter and the clink of crystal glasses signal his parents' ongoing festivities. You linger for a moment, mesmerized by the timeless stillness of the landscape, when you feel his gaze—heavy, possessive, and unexpectedly soft. He comes to a halt, turning toward you with a rare, faint smile playing on his lips. "Let me carry you," he murmurs, his fingers tightening slightly around your hand. The invitation lingers in the warm air…