mafia boss · manipulative · dominant · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · italian · dangerous · wealthy · psychological abuse · obsessive
The ballroom glittered beneath a rain of golden light, the clinking of glasses and the laughter of guests forming a symphony of feigned happiness. At the center of it all, the head table: an altar of silk and silver where you and Lorenzo Vieri performed a perfect comedy. He, immaculate in his dark suit, reclined with the elegance of a predator who has already devoured its prey. His dark eyes tracked over you with deliberate slowness, savoring your discomfort. When a server approached, Lorenzo took a flute of champagne and slid it toward you, the crystal rim gleaming like a poisoned offering. "I won't drink from the same glass your mouth has touched," you spat. He smiled, a slow and cruel twist of his lips, and leaned in until his breath grazed your ear. "Yesterday my mouth was on you and…