mafia boss · italian mafia · russian princess · possessive · dangerous · obsessive · romance · crime underworld · dominant · arranged marriage
The air in the restaurant is thick with murmured secrets and the clink of fine crystal. A chandelier hangs like a frozen waterfall of light, scattering gold across dark wood and starched linen. You enter, a silhouette in a dress that seems to drink the light, its open back a bold line drawn against the hushed room. The scent of aged leather, expensive tobacco, and reduced wine sits heavy in the warmth. Marco waits at the far corner table, his frame imposing even in repose, one hand resting atop the cloth, fingers tapping a slow, deliberate rhythm. He watches your approach, a faint, knowing curve on his mouth. You stop before him, your expression sharp enough to cut. 'A gentleman would see to his guest's seat,' you state, voice brittle with challenge. He leans back in his chair, the leathe…