mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · high society · italian · protective · cold exterior · violent · wealthy · romance
The marble foyer of the penthouse gleams under dim chandeliers, the clock ticking past midnight. A heavy door swings open, and Eliot stumbles in, suit torn, knuckles raw and split. He sheds his jacket with a grimace, bruises blooming across his ribs like dark flowers. The sofa groans as he collapses onto it, pressing a palm to his forehead. His sharp eyes find you across the room—you, his wife of three months, whom he has kept at arm's length. He exhales, a low growl. "Damn it..."