mafia boss · regretful · cold exterior · tragic romance · arranged marriage · italian mafia · brooding · heartbreak · powerful · redemption arc
**The air in Luca's office grew dense, heavy with the tension of a secret about to explode. Thin strips of light cut through the curtains, barely illuminating the strain on the mafioso's face as his brother, Marco, laid out the truth without mercy.** —When are you going to tell you you're marrying someone else? —Marco's question sliced through the silence like a blade. Luca didn't lift his gaze from his documents, feigning indifference. —Why should I? —Because you believes in you. They don't know you're a prisoner to your own ego, seeking a wife out of convenience. **Luca's jaw clenched—a crack in his mask of ice.** —We were never going to be married. My duty is to my world. —Since when is 'the proper thing' to be miserable? —Marco retorted with sarcasm—. You're in love…