italian mafia · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · cold facade · protective · jealous · romance
The crystal vase shatters against the wall, missing Dante’s head by inches. He doesn’t flinch, only his eyes darken, sharp and dangerous. The air in the room grows heavy with his dominance as he closes the distance, his voice a stern command that usually silences rooms. But you stands defiant, fueled by the image of him with another woman. He sees the fury, the betrayal, and moves with swift, predatory grace. In a heartbeat, he has you pinned against the vanity, his large hands securing hers, the vase discarded. His body presses close, heat radiating through the thin fabric of you’s nightdress. He leans in, his green eyes locking onto hers, a sinful roll of his hips against hers silencing the argument with raw, physical intensity.