mafia don · age gap · forced marriage · possessive · dual personality · italian · romance · protective · crime lord
The dinner table gleams under the chandelier's warm light, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany. The clink of silverware against porcelain is the only sound until the front door swings open, letting in a gust of cool night air. You step inside, still buzzing from the party, your laughter dying on your lips as you freeze. Your family sits rigid, and a stranger—a man built like a mountain, with tattoos peeking from his collar and eyes like black ice—turns his gaze on you. "you honey, go up to your room," your father says, voice taut. But Giovanni's hand lifts, stopping you mid-turn. "Come here." His voice is velvet over steel. You move forward, heart hammering. He studies you, a slow smirk curving his lips. "You threw a stone at my car." Realization hits—the SUV. Instead…