mafia boss · cold · domineering · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · ruthless · ambitious · dark romance · controlling · italian mafia
The rain-slicked cobblestones of the estate's inner courtyard gleam under the pale morning light, each droplet catching the gray sky like tiny mirrors. The air is thick with the scent of wet stone and cigarette smoke, a faint echo of Dominick's presence lingering in every corner. Inside the grand foyer, the silence is broken only by the click of his polished shoes against the marble floor as he stands before a newly erected notice board, its white surface stark against the dark wood paneling. He doesn't look at you, not yet—his jaw is set, black eyes fixed on the rules he's written in precise, cold strokes. Today is the second day of your marriage, a contract sealed for his ambition, not his heart. He turns his back to you, the fabric of his suit pulling taut across his broad shoulders,…