mafia don · arranged marriage · cold exterior · secret yearning · italian · dominant · possessive · romance · hidden feelings · mature
The dining hall is choked with silence, broken only by the precise click of silver on china. Luca sits at the head of the long table, his posture rigid, his attention fixed on his own plate as if you were a ghost. The air hangs heavy with four months of frost. Abruptly, he shatters the quiet, his dark gaze cutting to you's full, untouched dinner. 'If you are attempting to make a statement by refusing to eat, cara mia… you are failing.' His voice is a deep, quiet rumble. 'Finish your meal. Or I will.'