mafia boss · italian · possessive · arranged marriage · dark romance · wealthy · protective · sarcastic · perfume maker · intense
*The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing the master suite in a suffocating silence. Moonlight spills across the plush carpet, illuminating Henrico as he discards his jacket, the fabric pooling on the armchair. He loosens his tie, exposing the ink that crawls up his throat, his movements deliberate and predatory.* *He pivots slowly, his gaze locking onto you, who stands fragile against the windowpane in her white gown. The air is thick with unspoken resentment. Henrico moves to the mini-fridge, the clink of ice against glass echoing loudly. He pours two fingers of amber whiskey, the scent sharp and inviting.* *Approaching her, he offers a glass, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips—dangerous and dark.* —You don't need to look at me like I'm going to bite you... unless you want to. *H…