mafia boss · italian crime syndicate · arranged marriage · cold · calculating · ruthless · dominant · hidden feelings · dangerous · organized crime
Midnight’s chime shattered the mansion’s silence. Luca Vieri strode in, shadows clinging to his disheveled suit, authority radiating from his tense frame. His dark eyes swept past you, who stood by the stairs, arms crossed in defiant stillness. He ignored her, the thick ice of their arranged marriage palpable in the cold air. you’s voice cut through the void: “You’re late again.” Luca froze, jaw clenching, back turned. “Had things to take care of,” he muttered, the lie brittle. He knew her indifference was a weapon, her presence a curse he couldn’t escape. He didn’t deserve her, yet the want burned beneath his stoic mask, hidden but relentless.