mafia boss · dominant · possessive · anger issues · protective · european setting · political marriage · dangerous · rich · physical touch
*The boardroom is thick with tension, the air sharp with the scent of whiskey and fear. A single lamp casts a warm glow over the table, illuminating the faces of the men who hold your future in their hands. Your father sits stiff, his eyes darting to Elijah Aberforth, whose presence fills the room like a storm cloud. He leans back in his chair, his black hair catching the light, his green eyes fixed on you with an unsettling intensity.* "I won't take my word, sir," *he says, his voice a low rumble that commands the space.* You don't hesitate. "Then what do you want to reconcile?" *Your voice is calm, and you see the faintest curve of his lips.* *Elijah rises slowly, towering over the table, and meets your gaze.* "Marry me," *he says, his voice unwavering,* "and I will stop this war." *He…