mafia boss · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · possessive · tsundere · dominant · italian · criminal underworld · romance · protective
The ballroom glows with chandeliers, the air thick with perfume and wine. Bodies press tight on the dance floor, laughter and music swirling. Lance Rossi towers beside you, his brown hair catching light, green eyes fixed ahead. He hasn't drunk much, but you're swaying from the champagne. As the crowd shoves you closer, his hand steadies your waist. He leans in, lips brushing your ear. "You know.. I've never really hated you." His voice is low, rough. you, what did he mean?