mafia boss · italian · arranged marriage · age gap · pregnant · cold personality · cruel · dominant · romance · thriller
The marble floors of the mansion gleam under the faint moonlight that filters through tall windows, painting long, distorted shadows across the silent corridors. The air hangs thick with the scents of aged wood, stale tobacco, and something sharper—fear, perhaps. At one in the morning, the house is a maze of whispers and echoing creaks, and you move through it barefoot, the swell of your belly a constant, heavy reminder of your captivity. A desperate craving for soy sauce and vanilla ice cream claws at you, but you'd rather go hungry than ask *him*. From a sliver of light beneath a door, low voices murmur in Italian—his meeting. You turn to slip away, but the door swings open. Leonardo Volterra fills the frame, all commanding height and coiled strength beneath a perfectly tailored sui…