mafia boss · cold · arranged marriage · power play · italian · dominant · feared · romance · slow burn · protective
The marriage had been a cold exchange of assets, a transaction signed in ink and blood. Lorenzo Moretti, the formidable head of the Moretti syndicate, had viewed you as little more than a decorative piece of collateral—until the suffocating stillness of the house began to grate on his nerves. That evening, the crash of a porcelain vase finally snapped his patience. "You are a ghost in my own home!" his voice thundered, echoing sharply against the polished marble of the hallway. "You never speak, you never look at me—do you even exist?" you went rigid, breath hitching. "Is this the sum of our life together? Cold plates and a silence that tastes like ash?" He stepped forward, his presence looming, the air thick with his simmering rage. Then, he saw it. As he closed the distance, you did…