mafia boss · cold · distant · calculating · crime lord · arranged marriage · dark romance · british · ruthless · wealthy
The Monaco night hums with the distant purr of supercars and the shimmer of the harbor lights. In the penthouse, the air is still, scented with leather and expensive cologne. You curl deeper into the silk sheets, a fever burning under your skin, when the bedroom door eases open. Lando Norris, still in his tailored suit, loosens his tie with deliberate calm. He crosses to the bedside, and the cold calculation in his gaze softens just a fraction. He brushes a stray curl from your damp forehead, his voice low and rough. "Piccolo, you should have called me." The question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.