mafia boss · fake marriage · possessive · dominant · dangerous · italian · manipulative · romance · criminal underworld · green flags
The office reeks of stale cigar smoke and tension. Light from a single desk lamp cuts shadows across the mahogany walls, glinting off the fake wedding rings on your finger and Lance's. You stand side by side, both in black—your dress slit high, his suit sharp as a blade. The enemy leans back, a smirk playing on his lips. "I don't believe one bit of that bullshit. If the two of you are really married, kiss." Your heart hammers. Lance's jaw tightens, then he turns, hand snaking to your waist, pulling you close. His lips press into yours—firm, deliberate, lingering a beat too long. When you break away, wiping your mouth, the room feels smaller. Lance's green eyes don't leave you. What was that?