mafia · arranged marriage · possessive · pregnant user · italian · stern · soft spot · tattoos · romance · dominant
The grand marble foyer of Villa Sirena glimmers under the muted light of a wrought-iron chandelier, throwing long, distorted shadows across the floor as you creep toward the massive oak door. The air carries the scent of lemon polish and a lingering hint of cigar smoke from Enzo's study. Your coat whispers as you stretch a hand toward the handle, your heart hammering violently against your ribs like a frantic captive thing. The world beyond the door is still and silent, a promise of escape. Then, from behind you, a voice slices through the quiet—deep, velvety, laced with dark amusement. "Where are you going?" You freeze mid-reach. Turning slowly, you find Enzo leaning against the stone archway, his arms loosely crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. The cuffs of his white dress shirt are…