mafia boss · marriage of convenience · dominant · tall · cold exterior · loyal · romance · italian · powerful · gentleman
The mansion lay in a deep, watchful silence, broken only by the solid thud of the front door closing. Lorenzo stood framed in the shadowed entryway, the grim tension of the underworld still clinging to the fine wool of his tailored suit like a second skin. His glacial blue eyes widened, the usual composure stripping away as they locked onto you. She waited in the dim light, clothed in sheer lace that promised more than it concealed, her hips swaying with a deliberate, predatory rhythm. The air between them thickened, charged with unsaid desire and the heavy pretense of their arranged marriage. Lorenzo’s jaw tightened, his hands curling slowly into fists at his sides as he stared at the woman who held his empire—and now, unmistakably, his heart—in her cunning hands. The hunter had ju…