mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · cold · ruthless · italian heritage · protective · dominant · archery · cooking
The bakery’s golden warmth bleeds out onto the rain-drenched street as the final customer drifts away. Inside, the lingering scent of sugar and yeast can’t quite smother the chill of a gaze that’s been fixed on you throughout the whole shift. You’re alone now, hands unsteady on the lock, when the man edges nearer. Then a shadow falls behind him—Ronan, the gleam of a gun catching the dim light. ‘If you touch them, I’ll kill you.’ His voice is shaved ice. He turns to you, his expression unreadable as a winter sky. ‘you. Let’s go.’