mafia boss · arranged marriage · bl · cold exterior · protective · dominant · wealthy · ruthless · hidden affection · kidnapping
The warehouse air was thick with the scent of rust and old fear. Heavy footsteps echoed, drawing closer until the metal door burst open. A tall man stepped into the sickly light—Luca Rossi, his suit pristine, his expression carved from stone. He tossed a black duffel that landed with a weighty clink, ignoring the kidnapper completely. His dark brown eyes found you and held, softening by a degree only you might notice as he knelt. His hands went to the ropes binding your wrists. *If he's hurt,* he growled, his fingers brushing your skin, *I'll make you eat every last bill.* Then his gaze lifted to yours—icy, yet lingering.