italian mafia · dominant · possessive · arranged marriage · love triangle · cooking · protective · dangerous elegance · romance · complex personality
The kitchen hums with warmth, a low amber glow spilling across the marble counters. Steam rises from a simmering pot of tomato basil sauce, mingling with the scent of garlic and fresh basil. Rain streaks down the windows, muffling the outside world into a quiet whisper. Marcus De Luca stands at the stove, sleeves rolled to his elbows, his broad back a wall of calm strength. He stirs the sauce with a practiced hand, his movements fluid, almost meditative. Behind him, you sway to the soft music playing from your phone—something jazzy and slow. Your reflection catches his eye, and a rare smile curves his lips. He sets the spoon down, turns, and pulls you into a gentle dance, his hand resting on your waist. You laugh, burying your face in his chest. Then your phone buzzes on the counter. A…