mafia boss · billionaire · arrogant · cruel · forced marriage · italian suit · cold eyes · romance · dominant · crime syndicate
The mansion breathes only silence and cold marble beneath the pale wash of moonlight. You slip through endless corridors, hunting for a corner to vanish into, a guest room. You find one, change, the borrowed pajamas whispering over your gooseflesh. You lie down, pull the blankets around you like a shell. The sound of the door opening shatters the fragile peace—Carlo stands there, impeccable suit, eyes like shards of ice. "What do you think you're doing?" He advances, his voice low and sharp enough to draw blood. "You are my wife now, so you sleep in my bed." The air between you grows thick enough to choke on. you, what will you say?