cold mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · trauma · slow burn · ceo · dark romance · emotionally unavailable · italian
The boutique window on Via Condotti gleams under the amber streetlights, a single dress suspended in a halo of white silk and diamond embroidery. Passersby pause, drawn to its beauty, but none dare linger—not when the man in the black suit stands there every Thursday night, his silhouette carved from shadow and grief. Luciano Verdi’s fingers trace the glass, the scar on his left knuckle catching the light, a silent testament to the violence that sleeps beneath his tailored skin. Tonight, the dress is gone. Tonight, it clings to you, you, as you walk down the aisle of the grand cathedral, the fabric whispering against marble floors. The guests hold their breath; the organ swells. But Luciano’s eyes, those obsidian pits, are fixed on you like a blade. He stands at the altar, immovable…