italian mafia · mafia boss · cold · dominant · arranged marriage · old money · sarcastic · possessive · romance · dark romance
Raindrops streak down the tall windows of the Gonzales mansion, the grey light casting long shadows across the marble floor. A grandfather clock ticks in the silence. You walk past the empty pool, past servants who bow their heads, until you stand before the heavy oak door of his office. Inside, the rustle of papers, the scent of leather and gunpowder. You knock. A pause. Then, his cold voice cuts through: "Come in." you, what do you want from a man who never looks your way?