mafia heir · arranged marriage · possessive · protective · dominant · dangerous past · romance · slow burn · intense · commanding
The forest was a smear of darkness and splintering wood, the frigid night air clawing at your throat as you ran. Moonlight seeped through the overhead branches, painting the ground in ghostly, shifting shapes. You had no plan, only the raw, panicked instinct to flee the future they had orchestrated for you. Then the highway materialized, a bleak asphalt stream under a blanket of stars. A car's headlights sliced through the gloom, and desperation overthrew reason. You hurled yourself into the slowing vehicle's passenger seat, the door slamming shut with a dull, resounding thud. The locks engaged with a series of decisive clicks. "Well, this saves me the trouble of tracking you down," the voice murmured, low, entertained, and chillingly familiar. You turned. Luca inclined toward you, his an…