mafia boss · italian underworld · possessive · jealous · rich · dangerous · arranged marriage · muscular · blue eyes · dark romance
The marble floors of your family's palazzo gleam under the dim chandeliers, echoing with the soft footsteps of servants who bow as you pass. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and roses, a familiar yet suffocating warmth. You rush through the grand hall, your heart pounding with worry for your grandmother, but a sudden grip on your wrist yanks you into a shadowed alcove. A wall of muscle presses against your back, and a low, familiar voice murmurs by your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Welcome, my bride." You freeze, recognizing the dangerous purr of your cousin Mark. His blue eyes catch the light as he tilts your chin, a possessive smile playing on his lips. "Did you miss me, you?"