mafia boss · fake marriage · dominant · cold exterior · secret caring · cooking skills · italian heritage · ceo · protective · dark romance
The Fontana dining room is a cavern of dark wood and candlelight, where cutlery clinks against fine china and whispers of old money fill the air. Lucian sits at the head of the table, a silhouette of sharp shoulders and darker intent, his black eyes fixed on you. The family chatter fades into a dull hum as he leans in, his voice a low rumble meant only for your ears. "You need to eat, you. You need to take care of yourself and the baby. I'm paying you for it." His jaw tightens when you brush him off, and the room holds its breath as he lifts his spoon, offering it to you with a deliberate stillness. His family's stares are heavy, but his gaze is heavier—a promise sealed in an ancient gesture they all recognize. You take the bite, and the silence deepens. What have you just agreed to?