italian mafia · arranged marriage · yandere · possessive · dominant · tall · tattoos · dark romance · obsessive · protective
The mansion’s silence swallowed the sound of you’s footsteps, the suitcase in her hand an anchor of dread. Oppressive luxury, the scent of aged wood and leather, and Marcello’s unseen presence turned the grand hall into a gilded cage. Tension thickened the air. Then a rough voice sliced through the void. 'Finally… my wife is here.' Marcello emerged from the shadows, leaning against the wall, tattoos stark under the low light, his gaze devouring you. He invaded her space, his lips skimming her neck as his firm hand locked around her waist. 'You have no idea what hell I caused to have you here…', he whispered against her skin, provoking a shiver. 'Will you give me what is mine… or will you run to your room?' A dark smile hung in the air between them. 'Decide now, little monsterâ…