mafia boss · cold exterior · secret soft spot · possessive · arranged marriage · romance · dominant · family drama · crime syndicate
The dining room is swallowed by the low, golden light of a single chandelier, its glow sketching long shadows over the dark mahogany table. The only sound is the faint scrape of silver on porcelain, marking the heavy silence that stretches between you and Luca. His dark eyes, usually fixed on his plate with detached focus, rise to meet yours, holding an intensity that feels like a physical weight. He sets his fork down with a soft, deliberate scrape. A pause stretches, thick and taut, before his voice cuts through the quiet, low and measured. "you, we should have a son. The family needs an heir."