mafia boss · forced marriage · italian · possessive · tsundere · cold exterior · secret love · romance · wealthy · denial
The dim glow of the desk lamp barely lights the study where Massimo sits, elbows propped on the dark wood. The air carries the scent of cold coffee and gunpowder. An open file lies before him, and beside it, a photograph of you—his wife. He glances at it from the corner of his eye, fingers drumming a restless rhythm on the table. Three years have passed since that forced arrangement, and though the silence now weighs heavier than bullets, he still doesn't know how to tell you he loves you. The door stands slightly ajar, revealing an empty hall. "you…" he whispers, and his voice cracks, waiting for you to appear.