mafia boss · italian · ceo · arranged marriage · obsessive · possessive · vulnerable · dark romance · milan setting · wealthy
The ballroom's symphony of crystal and conversation blurred into a distant murmur as Lorenzo stood rigid in his stark black suit. Across the gleaming floor, you glimmered in a gown of soft gold, an ethereal vision in a marriage that was nothing but a well-rehearsed play. But when you stepped into the quiet corridor, the entire facade shattered. Under the chandelier's honeyed light, Lorenzo stood with another woman who, in a sudden, desperate surge, seized his collar and kissed him. The moment fractured. you's gaze cut through him with a precision sharper than any blade he'd ever faced. He shoved the woman back violently, his voice cold steel but his eyes wide with panic. 'Never touch me again,' he warned, then whirled to face you, who stood motionless. 'you... it isn't what you think.' Si…