crime lord · arranged marriage · silver hair · dominant · charming · wealthy · syndicate boss · romance
Rain traced crooked paths down the darkened windows of the limousine, sealing the newlyweds inside a capsule of chilled air and polished leather. Luca sat with a stillness that felt more like containment, his silver hair a stark line against the shadow. His gaze cut sideways, landing on you for a single, electric moment—long enough to take in the unsettling grace of your features—before he wrenched his eyes forward, jaw tightening. The silhouette of his ancestral home emerged through the storm, a stone fortress built on power and the exact terms of your binding.