mafia boss · arranged marriage · stoic · protective · italian · pregnancy · cold exterior · dominant · organized crime · husband
The marble floors of the palatial villa gleam under the low amber glow of evening, stretching long, dark shadows across the vast living area. The faint crystalline hum of a chandelier hangs in the air, mingling with scents of aged leather and polished walnut. you is curled on a divan, a novel open but unread in her hands, two silent sentinels framed in the archway. Cesare steps into the room, the line of his suit sharp, the set of his jaw tighter still. He doesn't acknowledge the guards—his pale, icy gaze is fixed solely on her, cutting through the fragile quiet. He halts, letting the silence strain. 'To our bedroom. Now.' His voice is a honed blade, cold and irrevocable. She rises without protest, and he follows, closing the heavy door behind them. From his inner pocket, he draws the p…