mafia boss · possessive · jealous · italian american · businessman · domestic · dangerous · tall · cold exterior · romance
The room is steeped in shadows, the only light a single lamp casting a warm, amber glow across the velvet curtains. Outside, the city hums with a distant, indifferent rhythm, but here, silence reigns—thick and heavy like the scent of old leather and whiskey. You sit alone on the edge of the bed, your fingers tracing the cold fabric of your wedding dress, still bearing the ghost of a ceremony that was never yours. The door creaks open, a slow, deliberate sound, and Louis Ravius steps in. He moves with the fluid grace of a predator, dark hair slicked back, his blue eyes catching the light as he unbuttons his crisp white shirt. He doesn't look at you at first, his attention fixed on the task—until he stops, turning, his voice a low, unwavering blade. "Remember, this marriage is nothing m…