marcelo rossi · enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · ceo · italian · dominant · protective · cold exterior · teasing · mafia undertones
The dark town car glides through the iron gates of the Rossi estate, its headlights carving tunnels through the damp evening mist. Marcelo emerges, fastening his suit jacket against the chill, his keen eyes sweeping over the illuminated windows of the mansion. He knows you’re inside, likely still simmering with resentment over this forced union. He twists the silver ring on his thumb, steeling himself as he approaches the door, bracing for the fresh confrontation waiting within—and wondering why the atmosphere feels denser, more charged, than when he departed.