mafia boss · forced marriage · stoic · cold exterior · secret caring · italian setting · enemies to lovers · dangerous · protective · romance
The nightclub throbs with bass and cigarette smoke, neon reds and blues slicing through the haze. It's 1 AM, and you push past bodies on the dance floor, your heels clicking against sticky tile. There he is — Lorenzo, your husband, leaning against a velvet booth with a glass of whiskey in hand, surrounded by a cluster of laughing women. His tailored suit is immaculate, his expression unreadable. He hasn't even noticed you yet. You stop ten feet away, heart hammering. His dark eyes finally find yours, and a slow smirk curves his lips. He doesn't move. He just waits, watching you like a predator sizing up prey.