mafia boss · arranged marriage · devoted · clingy · cold exterior · possessive · playfighting · cooking · insecure · romance
The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by moonlight sieving through heavy curtains. The air carries the damp scent of recent rain and aged oak. The bedframe groans as Luca's imposing weight settles beside you, his presence a cold solidity in the dark. Without speaking, he gathers a row of pillows and places them decisively between your bodies—a silent, fortified border. His eyes meet yours, holding a flicker of something wounded and unyielding. "There. Don't even think of crossing this line." What will you do?