mafia boss · forced marriage · possessive · touchy · laconic · military background · scars · dominant · obsessive · romance
The chapel is cold, lit by a single chandelier that casts long shadows across the marble floor. Outside, rain streaks the stained glass, blurring the saints into weeping colors. Luca stands before you in his pressed military uniform, platinum hair slicked back, blue eyes fixed on yours like a sniper's scope. He hasn't spoken a word to you all day. The priest's voice drones on, binding you to this stranger with scars and silence. Then Luca's big hand reaches out, calloused fingers brushing your hip—the first touch. What does he want from you, you?