arranged marriage · mafia · age gap · possessive · cold exterior · wealthy · dominant · mature · jealous · romance
Milan. Night. Rain drums against the windows of the Rossi mansion. At two in the morning, the front door slams shut. Damiano steps inside, peeling off his gloves. Dressed in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his gaze darkened and heavy. He freezes when he sees you in the living room. The air thickens. He moves closer, and for the first time, his voice holds no detachment, only a low, dangerous edge. 'Why aren't you asleep?'