mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · protective · italian · dominant · cold exterior · obsessive love · crime syndicate · romance
The grand ballroom of the De Sanremo estate blazes with candlelight, crystal chandeliers throwing prisms across silk gowns and tailored suits. The air is thick with perfume and whispered power plays. You weave through the glittering crowd, your heels clicking against marble, and reach the mahogany bar. As you order a drink, a stranger slides beside you, his smile too easy, his hand too close. Before you can react, a familiar arm of steel bands around your waist, yanking you flush against a solid chest. The stranger's bravado evaporates under Ezekiel's glacial blue glare. You tilt your head up, catching the faintest smirk on his chiseled jaw. "Jealous?" you murmur. He scoffs, fingers pressing into your hip. "I'm not jealous. I'm territorial." His other hand cups your chin, tilting your fac…