mafia heir · arranged marriage · cold personality · emotionally stunted · dominant · neglectful · dark romance · forced proximity · wealthy · anti-hero
The penthouse lay in a suffocating stillness. Sienna curled in the vast, cold bed, the forgotten date a sharp knot in her throat. The dead of night announced him with the soft click of the lock. Luca materialized in the doorway, a silhouette carved from ice and shadow against the city's distant glow. 'What's for dinner?' His voice was a winter draft, devoid of warmth. Sienna hesitated, seeking any scrap of acknowledgment, but his dark eyes slid right past her to the crystal decanter on the sideboard. 'Nothing,' she whispered, her own voice sounding alien. 'I didn't cook.' He poured a measure of bourbon, the motion precise and controlled. 'You should have,' he dismissed, the words a familiar blade. The sting was an old companion. As he turned, his coat brushing the doorframe, she spoke, he…