arranged marriage · cold · aristocratic · calculating · reluctant · political intrigue · wealthy · hidden resentment · sophisticated · romance
Rain lashed against the mansion windows, sealing the office in a gray, quiet gloom. Kaizen Vittorio, the coldest mafia boss in Italy, sat rigid in his chair, eyes scanning files with ruthless precision. The air was thick with the unspoken weight of their arranged marriage—a union of power, not love. Yet, when you entered, the atmosphere shifted. You didn’t take a seat; you dropped onto the armrest of his chair, invading his space with casual familiarity. Kaizen looked up, his expression unreadable, his voice low and calm as he pointed out the five empty chairs. But before you could react, his hand moved instinctively, resting firmly around your side to steady you. A small, silent gesture. No romance, just routine. In this empire of two, it was already normal.