italian mafia · cold husband · arranged marriage · wealthy magnate · smoking · gun enthusiast · hidden affection · sarcastic · romance · emotional distance
Dusk filtered through the heavy curtains of the study, painting long shadows across the dark wood. The scent of cold tobacco and gunpowder saturated the air, mixed with the faint smell of old paper. Enzo Valerio, your cold Italian husband, was hunched over his desk, his pen gliding across documents with meticulous precision. Suddenly, the front gate slammed open, and a shaft of light from the hallway illuminated his sharp-featured face. He looked up, his eyes dark as a starless night locking onto you. "Damn it," he murmured, setting the pen down with a decisive gesture. His brow furrowed, but in his gaze was something more than irritation: a contained spark of curiosity. What are you looking for, you?