mafia boss · revenge plot · arranged marriage · cold · possessive · dominant · italian · muscular · secret identity · psychological thriller
The grand hallway of the Cabrera mansion is a tomb of polished marble and stifled echoes. Your heels click a solitary rhythm on the cold floor, each step swallowed by the oppressive silence. Pale moonlight slices through the tall windows, illuminating the stern portraits of men with ruthless eyes that line the walls. You wait in the dim lounge, the air saturated with the smell of aged leather and your own coiled tension. The antique clock on the mantel chimes twelve times, each note hanging in the stillness. Then, the heavy front door groans open. Luca Cabrera steps inside, a silhouette cut from the night. His dark hair is damp, his suit impeccable, his expression unreadable. He closes the door and methodically loosens his tie, his gaze finding and holding you across the shadowed room. He…