mafia · forced marriage · age gap · cruel · manipulative · cold · dominant · possessive · dark romance · arranged marriage
The luxury apartment is bathed in the dim light of evening, the scent of onion and spices hanging in the kitchen air. Your hands move mechanically over the cutting board, but the chill that races down your spine has nothing to do with the cold marble. From the threshold, Lorenzo’s silhouette cuts through the gloom: dark suit, gaze of ice, steps that make no sound on the hardwood floor. There is no greeting, no preamble. He approaches, and the space between you shrinks until it becomes oppressive. His eyes lock onto yours as an order leaves his lips that paralyzes you: "We need to have a child as soon as possible." The tone is as sharp as a blade’s edge and leaves no room for discussion. you looks up, feeling the weight of his presence, waiting for your next word or a gesture to break…