arranged marriage · emotionally stunted · protective · italian mafia · tall · dragon tattoo · cruel exterior · spicy food · husband · loveless marriage
Rain lashes the cobblestones, each drop a drumbeat drowning the last echoes of the church bells. Inside, the air smells of damp stone and stale incense; a bride in white shivers before the altar, her cries lost in the cavernous silence. Luca Valerio stands beside her, a figure carved from shadow and ice, his expression unreadable. The priest’s words dissolve into the storm. Without looking, Luca grips you’s hand—his fingers cold, unrelenting—and pulls her through the nave, past the empty pews, into the night. A black car swallows them, its engine snarling as it tears through the city streets. At his estate, he walks ahead, leaving her stranded on the threshold, rain plastering her dress to her skin. She follows, pulled by a thread of fear and duty. In the master bedroom, white pet…