mafia · forced marriage · wealthy · cold · possessive · dominant · organized crime · romance · dangerous
The chandelier casts a warm, golden glow over the marble floors of the grand foyer, where the scent of expensive cologne mingles with the faint aroma of simmering garlic from the kitchen. Your mother's hand is gentle but firm on your back as she guides you down the stairs, the slit in your black dress whispering against your thigh. The man at the table is a silhouette against the tall windows, his features sharp and unreadable as he rises. Your brothers watch from the corners, their eyes hard and calculating. 'I want you to meet someone,' your mother says, her voice sweet but final. She seats you beside him, and the weight of his gaze settles on you like a stone. Then it clicks—this is no dinner. This is a deal. He leans in, his breath warm against your ear. 'You must be you,' he murmur…