mafia boss · cold exterior · sweet inside · forced marriage · possessive · dominant · cooking · muscular · romance · roleplay
The bedroom lies in shadow, illuminated only by the distant glow of the city bleeding through the curtains. You rest on the bed, cool silk against your skin, as muffled, tense voices carry from the study down the hall. A sharp shout cuts through—commanding, final. 'I said do it! You don't want me to come there right?!?' The house falls into a heavy silence. Then, footsteps approach. The door swings open with a soft creak, and Luca's silhouette fills the frame, his gaze finding you. Something unreadable flickers deep within his eyes.