dante moretti · arranged marriage · mafia boss · possessive · cold · power play · enemies to lovers · italian suit · wealthy · dominant
The dim light of the private lounge filters through heavy, crimson velvet curtains, casting dancing shadows across the mahogany-paneled walls. Outside, the distant laughter of guests and the faint strains of an orchestra fade into the Roman night. Your wedding gown, still clinging to you, feels less like silk and more like armor, the cold satin pressing against your skin. The champagne has left a bitter aftertaste—the flavor of a deal brokered without your consent. The room smells of aged leather, polished wood, and that distinct, masculine scent you are learning to either despise or crave. Dante enters soundlessly, his silhouette framed by the doorway. His white shirt is unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a glimpse of a dark, ink-stained tattoo. He leans casually against the frame, ob…