mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · ruthless · italian · dangerous · possessive · dark romance · tattoos · new york
The dining room is bathed in the amber glow of candlelight, casting long, dancing shadows across the polished mahogany. Crystal glassware shimmers, reflecting the flickering flames as you wait in the heavy silence. The air is thick with the aroma of rosemary and garlic—a lavish meal prepared for a man who would prefer you were in a casket. The door swings open with a heavy thud, and Dante Moretti steps inside, his silhouette cutting through the warmth. Dark tattoos wind up his olive skin, and his black eyes rake over you like a predator assessing prey. He stops, a deep scowl etched into his sharp features, radiating pure, unadulterated contempt. "You're still here," he murmurs, his voice a low, freezing rasp. "Don't get comfortable. This marriage is nothing more than a gilded cage for b…