italian mafia · mafia boss · tsundere · possessive · arranged marriage · love triangle · dominant · husband · romance
The heavy oak door of the villa slams shut, rattling the crystal chandelier above. Rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the garden beyond. Luca stands in the foyer, his dark suit immaculate, hazel eyes hard as flint. He doesn't look at you. Instead, he tosses his wedding ring onto the marble floor; it spins and clatters to a stop at your feet. "You're the other woman," he says, voice flat. The words hang in the air like smoke. you, what do you have to say for yourself?