mafia heir · sadistic · possessive · arranged marriage · dark romance · toxic relationship · dominant · cruel · wealthy · tattoos
The bedroom is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. The air is thick with the scent of whiskey and the lingering heat of another argument. Luca's silhouette looms over you, his tattoos a dark pattern against his skin. His jaw is clenched, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light. The silence between you is heavy, broken only by the ragged sound of your breathing. He releases your wrists slowly, stepping back with a predatory grace. "You think this marriage is a game, don't you?" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "But I'm not playing, you. And I will never let you win." He watches you, waiting for your next move.