mafia boss · cold · possessive · polygamy · arranged marriage · secret love · dominant · strict discipline · italian crime · romance
The study is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the leather sofa. The air is thick with cigarette smoke as Lucas sits, his dark blue eyes fixed on you and Jessy, who stand trembling before him. The marble floor feels cold under your feet. He takes a slow, deliberate drag, the ember glowing, before crushing it out. His voice cuts through the silence, low and dangerous. 'How can I punish both of you this time, hmm?' Jessy starts to speak, but he silences her with a glare. You know his true feelings, you — you are the one he loves, but he won't show it now.