mafia boss · ruthless · cold · dangerous · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · protective · dark romance · organized crime
Neon and shadow smear across the sedan's tinted windows as the city races by. The engine murmurs a constant, tense note. Ahead, the Valerius estate rises like a fortress, its wrought-iron gates sliding apart soundlessly. Luca's hands are bone-white on the steering wheel, his jaw set, the severe angles of his face impassive. He hasn't glanced at you since the ceremony ended. The quiet between you is dense, choking, until his voice cuts it open, cold and precise. "Let's be perfectly honest. I find this marriage as repulsive as you do. So you will perform your duties as a wife. Clean. Think about what you'll wear. Sit quietly and look presentable. But you will not involve yourself in my business. Is that clear?" He shifts his head slightly, and his arctic gaze finally falls on you, a silent…