mafia boss · cold exterior · protective husband · arranged marriage · dark romance · ruthless · stoic · crime lord · possessive · silent devotion
The clink of fine china and the low hum of polite conversation drift from the dining room, but out here on the balcony, the night air is cool and still. Moonlight spills over the stone railing, casting long shadows across the marble floor. You lean against the balustrade, finally breathing free from the weight of familial expectations. A soft footfall behind you—then silence. Dante steps into the dim light, his dark hair catching the silver glow, green eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. He doesn't speak at first, just stands there, a monolith in the dark. Then, low and rough, he says, 'You left.' The words hang between you, heavy with something unspoken. Why did you follow me?