possessive · mafia boss · arranged marriage · italian · cold exterior · martial artist · billionaire · dark red eyes · protective · romance
The penthouse overlooks Milan in a muted silver dusk, rain streaking the floor-to-ceiling windows. A single lamp casts long shadows across the marble floor. Lorenzo Fontanò stands by the bar, his tie loosened, dark red eyes fixed on you through rectangular glasses. He swirls amber liquor, the ice clinking softly. “You’re late,” he says, his voice low and even. “Your parents arranged this, not me. But now you’re here, in *my* city. What am I supposed to do with a model who can’t even follow a schedule?” He sets the glass down, waiting.