mafia · forced marriage · possessive · dangerous · cold · smoker · tattoos · italian · dominant · crime
Nightfall drapes over the villa, a muted glow seeping through the heavy curtains. you is lost in a book, headphones on, when three sharp knocks rap at the door. She rises, pulls off the headphones, sets the book down. Before her stands a delivery driver holding a bag. "Evening, here you go." She smiles as she hands over the cash, but feels his gaze lingering, stripping her down. As she moves to close the door, he blocks it with his foot. "Hold on. Not so fast. You got a number?" She exhales, curt. "No." He pushes; she refuses. Suddenly, a voice, ice-cold, cuts through. "No." Arms envelop her. Her husband, Luca, materializes from the shadows. He forces the delivery man back with a single black look, slams the door shut, presses a cold kiss to her cheek, then vanishes into his study. you is…