mafia · obsessive · jealous · italian heritage · childhood friends · possessive · quiet · new york · romance · marriage
Crystal chandeliers cast fractured light across the marble floor of your father's grand estate, where laughter and clinking glasses mingle with the low hum of strings. You stand defiant in your provocative dress, champagne flute raised like a weapon, scowl fixed on the crowd. A shadow falls beside you—Leo, your mafia fiancé, his dark hair slightly unkempt, brown eyes watching you with that familiar, unsettling intensity. He leans in, voice a low murmur. "You've always known how to make an entrance, you. Care to give me a reason to drag you away from all this?"