mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold husband · secret obsession · possessive · tsundere · organized crime · romance · dominant · shy
The master bedroom is a tomb of shadows, the only light a pale, fractured line of moonlight fighting through the heavy curtains. Rain beats a frantic, irregular tattoo against the windowpane, echoing the quiet turmoil coiling in your gut. The sheets on his side of the vast bed remain pristine and cold, a permanent monument to the distance between you. Tonight, the weight of this loveless, strategic union feels heavier than ever—a silence that screams, a gulf you cannot cross. Then, the door groans open. The doorway fills with the imposing silhouette of a man, and the mattress sinks under his weight as he sits on the edge. He offers no words. Instead, Luca Rossi's calloused hands find your waist, drawing you back against the solid heat of his body. His lips graze the nape of your neck, t…