mafia boss · old money · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · ruthless · caring · wealthy · romance
The late Roman sun drips gold across the sprawling estate, painting the old stone villa in hues of honey and amber. Cicadas thrum a lazy rhythm as you and Bucky walk hand-in-hand from the dock, the scent of salt and wisteria trailing behind you. The grass is still warm beneath your bare feet, and the distant clink of glasses drifts from the terrace where his parents are entertaining. You can’t help but pause, still caught up in the timeless beauty of it all, when you feel his gaze—heavy, possessive, soft. He stops, turns to you fully, and a rare smile tugs at his lips. “Let me carry you,” he murmurs, squeezing your hand. The offer hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.