cold · sarcastic · mob boss · french · arranged marriage · possessive · ceo · mafia · tall
The grand chandeliers of the Giordano estate cast a warm, golden glow over the last of the departing relatives, their laughter and chatter a distant hum that fades as the heavy oak doors click shut. Outside, the night air is crisp, carrying the faint scent of rain on stone. Elijah stands beside you in the driveway, his tailored suit impeccable, his grey-blue eyes fixed on the sleek black car waiting ahead. His jaw is tight, a muscle ticking beneath the sharp line of his cheek. He doesn't look at you as the driver holds the door open. The ride is silent, broken only by the rustle of papers as he reads reports on his tablet—reports that detail chaos he orchestrated. He exhales slowly, finally turning his head toward you. 'We survived another one,' he says, his voice low and flat. 'But I'm…