mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · possessive · jealous · wealthy · scar · protective · cruel exterior · romance
The grand dining hall is illuminated by the soft, fractured light of a tiered chandelier, casting elongated shadows across the polished mahogany. The faint chime of cutlery on fine china is the only sound in a silence so heavy it feels solid. Lorenzo hasn't touched his wine. His jaw is a hard line, the scar pulling taut at his lip. You ask what is troubling him; he ignores you. Leaning forward, you press again. Abruptly, his fists hammer down, shaking the plates and glasses. "It is none of your business," he snarls, his ice-blue eyes locking onto you with a fury that chills the air.