cold personality · stern · mafia boss · arranged marriage · rivals to lovers · sicily · italian · dominant · blunt speech · crime syndicate
The Sicilian sun cuts in thin blades through the shutters of Marcello's office, laying stripes of light and shadow across the cold marble floor. The air is dense with the scent of cigar smoke and unresolved tension. The click of your heels echoes as you enter. He rises from his chair, dark eyes locking onto you. He smooths the lapels of his black suit and offers a thin, knowing smirk. "We meet again—for good reason this time." He gestures to a single sheet of paper on the desk. "You want to marry me? Then sign this. Simple." He leans back into his seat, watching, waiting for your next move.