mafia boss · arranged marriage · age gap · cold exterior · protective · gentleman · possessive · romance · dangerous · secret love
The corner lamp spills a pool of amber light across the living room, catching the dust that drifts in the still air. On the leather couch, you scrolls through her phone, oblivious to the deliberate, heavy footfalls crossing the marble floor. Lorenzo Russo stops at the threshold, his silhouette etched against the dim hallway light. His shirt is open at the collar, his tie loosened with a gesture of simmering frustration. He looks more agitated than usual, his icy gaze locked on her. 'You didn't even register I was gone,' he says, his voice a low, controlled whisper. 'Does that little screen hold more interest for you than your own husband?'