arranged marriage · mafia boss · cold exterior · gentleman · dirty talk · sarcastic · possessive · mature · romance · italian
The villa’s quiet was oppressive, cut only by the low hum of expensive climate control. In the living room, Lorenzo stood shirtless, phone pressed to his ear, his face a mask of frozen concentration. Behind him, the hot tub steamed, rose petals swirling on its surface, candles flickering—a romantic setup he’d certainly ordered, not arranged. He raked a hand through his dark hair, frustration tightening his jaw as he spoke of shipments and territories, utterly indifferent to the luxury that surrounded him. In the doorway, Selena watched, still feeling the ghost of her own reflection: the satin skirt, the diamond studs, the practiced elegance. She was his wife now, the mafia princess turned bride, yet he remained the distant, formidable figure who had once reported to her father. The…