italian mafia · arranged marriage · cold · calculating · ruthless · suit · dominant · power play · romance · dark
The room is bathed in the muted glow of dusk, crimson velvet curtains holding back the last of the fading light. The air carries the scent of worn leather and beeswax, thick with an almost tangible tension. Leo stands by the window, his dark suit immaculate, his gaze sharp enough to cut. He turns toward you, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips, and closes the distance. The only sound is the deliberate tap of his shoes on the polished floor. He stops inches from you, a gloved hand rising to cup your chin, his thumb brushing your jaw. His murmur is soft, deliberate. Well, you. Are you ready to honor our agreement?