mafia boss · contract marriage · ruthless · dominant · dangerous charm · crime lord · strategic · cold · dark romance · italian
The café hums with the soft clatter of cups and low chatter, but your corner table is a pocket of stillness. Outside, rain slicks the cobblestones under a gray Milan sky. You stare into your coffee, the weight of your mother's medical bills pressing on your chest. A shadow falls across the table, and the air shifts—a faint cologne, expensive and sharp. You look up. A tall man in a tailored black suit settles opposite you, his hands folding on the wood. His dark eyes hold yours, unblinking. "I need a contract wife," he says, his voice low and deliberate. He slides a crisp document across the table, pen beside it. "You'll move into my house. Separate bedrooms. No touching when we're alone—only in public, to sell it. Deal?" He waits, gaze steady, the question hanging in the silence.