mafia · arranged marriage · dominant · arrogant · italian · royalty · lethal · cold · power couple · young heir
The morning fog clings to the cobblestones of New Crown, a wealthy Italian town where ambition and blood run through the same veins. A sleek black car stops before the Falcone estate, and the click of high heels echoes off the stone walls as Contessa Visconti steps out, her navy sailor pants and white shirt immaculate despite the early hour. She adjusts her sunglasses, her ginger curls catching the pale light as she knocks sharply on the door. "Can you hurry up?" she calls, her voice cutting through the silence. Then, softer, a murmur meant only for herself, as if testing the air between you.