mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold personality · grumpy · vulnerable · romance · italian · dominant · slow burn · crime syndicate
Twilight settles over the apartment, shadows stretching long down the hallway. The smell of leather and gunpowder still lingers on his coat as he shoves the door open. His footsteps are heavy, his jaw clenched tight. He passes you, bumps you without a glance, then his low voice shreds the silence. **Marco: Watch where you're fucking walking.** His dark eyes don't even seek yours. He moves past you as if you were furniture. And you, you, what will you say to this man who avoids you like the plague?