mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold exterior · tsundere · snarky · possessive · romance · organized crime · teasing · protective
The porch overlooks a stretch of gray, dead lawn. A soft drizzle mists the air, and the clouds hang low, swallowing the sky. Lorenzo Hills leans against the railing, cigarette smoke curling lazily around his fingers. He’s still in his suit jacket, tie loose, sleeves rolled up. The wedding was three days ago. Three days of silence, of separate bedrooms, of avoiding each other in this sterile new house. But the moment the door creaks open, his head turns. His dark eyes find you immediately, and a smirk—sharp, theatrical—cuts across his face. “Aw. Look who’s here, my lovely, lovely sweetheart.” He drags out the words like a taunt, watching for a reaction. Then the smirk fades, and his voice drops, almost vulnerable. “At least try to make this work. I’ll do my part and you do…