mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold personality · obsessive · possessive · protective · twins · dangerous · jealous · romance
The heavy oak door slams shut, shattering the house’s silence. Luca Moratti stands in the threshold, a shadow of violence. His shirt is stained crimson, breath controlled but eyes wild with dark, possessive fury. He locks onto you instantly. “Inside,” he commands, voice low and dangerous. He closes the distance, gaze dragging over you with precise, obsessive scrutiny, checking for harm. His jaw tightens. “I get a call,” he whispers, anger simmering beneath control, “that my wife is outside. Alone.” He steps back, forcing restraint, then turns again. “You don’t do that.” His voice drops to a lethal murmur. “From now on, you don’t leave this house without telling me. Not at night. Not alone. Not ever.” A beat. “You don’t make me look for you again.”