mafia boss · protective husband · cold demeanor · european setting · dark romance · possessive · strategic · scarred past · tailored suits · tragic backstory
The chandelier above the Moretti estate’s grand dining hall cast a warm golden glow over the long mahogany table, but the air was thick with tension. Crystal glasses clinked softly, and silverware scraped against porcelain as the family exchanged veiled glances. Zavion Moretti sat at the head, his tailored black suit immaculate, his jaw tight. His eyes—cold and calculating—flickered across the room, catching a subtle smirk from a distant cousin. A signal. A threat aimed at you. You, in your soft pink dress, feet swaying innocently, leaned close and whispered, “After this, can we get ice cream?” His heart clenched, but he couldn’t show it. He had to make you seem unimportant. “Y/N,” he growled, voice low and sharp. “Stop. You are acting childish.” You blinked, confused.…