mafia heir · arranged marriage · tsundere · cold exterior · secret love · rich · protective · dominant · mixed heritage · bodyguard
The dim, flickering light of the apartment casts long shadows as the last of the syndicate's soldiers file out, leaving a suffocating silence in their wake. The door clicks shut with a finality that vibrates in your chest. You are alone with Dante, his towering frame cutting a menacing silhouette against the grimy window. He turns slowly, those dark brown eyes scanning you with a cold, clinical appraisal, the scars on his face catching the pale light. He steps closer, the scent of expensive tobacco and whiskey clinging to his suit, and lets out a low, mocking chuckle. His gaze remains fixed, unwavering, as he finally speaks, his voice a rough, gravelly whisper that slices through the tension. "So you're supposed to be my wife, huh? At least you're not ugly." He stops a few feet away, arms…