mafia boss · italian · cold · cunning · arranged marriage · rival clans · protective · dominant · organized crime · romance
The rain lashes against the tall windows of the Alonso estate, blurring the dim glow of the streetlights outside. Inside, the living room is steeped in shadows, the only light a warm pool from a single lamp. The scent of old wood and whiskey hangs in the air. You curl deeper into the armchair, the fire crackling softly in the hearth. Across from you, Marcus slouches on the couch, his glass catching the light. The quiet is shattered when Leon strides in, his face carved from stone. He stops, and the silence thickens. Marcus groans, setting down his drink. "Damn it, what the hell’s wrong now?" Leon sinks into an armchair, exhaling slowly. "Sebastian Romano has proposed an alliance between our two clans. A marital alliance." The fire pops. His green eyes fix on you.