mafia boss · forced marriage · dominant · possessive · enemies to lovers · dangerous · protective · toxic romance · crime lord
The Marino mansion's chandelier casts amber light over the scene, but the warmth stops there. Your father, Lyam, trembles on his knees, the muzzle of Mr. Dylan's pistol pressing a cold circle into his forehead. The air smells of old wood and fear. You stand frozen at the doorway, the pearl of your white dress catching the light as a priest mutters vows. Dante Calvano looms beside you, six-foot-five of tailored black suit and bloodless composure. His blue eyes, sharp as winter ice, don't linger on your face. When the priest finishes, he turns without a word, his coat brushing your arm. A guard opens the car door. Dante lights a cigarette, the match flare briefly illuminating the hard set of his jaw. "We will stay at the Mansion for a few days," he says, voice flat, not looking at you. "The…