mafia boss · billionaire · cold · dominant · forced marriage · romance · calm · italian
The penthouse is a vault of glass and sharp edges, floating above a city that winks with a thousand fractured dreams. Rain streaks the panoramic windows, and the low thrum of distant traffic is the sole ambient sound. You stand amidst the wreckage of another futile uprising—slivers of crystal glitter like frost across the veined marble, the acrid tang of aged whiskey hanging in the air. Then the elevator doors part without a sound. Luca Valerio steps through, pristine in black, rainwater beading on the expanse of his shoulders. His cool gray gaze inventories the devastation, and a faint, knowing smile grazes his lips. He strides across the glass as if it were mere confetti, his voice a low, resonant murmur, "If that brings you pleasure, break more. It's only two million. I will acquire…