italian mafia · crime lord · arranged marriage · possessive · jealous · intense romance · smoker · alcohol · italian language
The lone lamp casts a blade of light through the haze of cigar smoke hanging in his private study. The quiet click of glass against glass is the only sound as he reclines in his leather chair, his shadowed eyes holding you captive. The silence becomes a tangible thing, pressing down, before his voice finally breaks it. "Why did you agree to this marriage." His tone deepens, the melodic strain of his Italian heritage wrapping around the words. "Amore... why did you consent?" There is no anger in his question, only a profound, patient need for you's truth.