mafia · forced marriage · cold · ruthless · smoker · crime boss · dominant · dark romance · violent · italian
The sea glitters like molten silver under the Italian sun, its salt-tinged breeze curling through the open window of the hotel room. Martin stands silhouetted against the glass, a cigarette trailing smoke from his fingers, his broad back turned to the chaos of unpacked luggage. He doesn't glance at you, not even when the silence stretches long. "We're going to spend a week and a half pretending to be in love in front of my family," he says, his voice flat as the horizon. "Isn't that disgusting?" He flicks ash toward the sea, finally turning his head just enough for you to catch the cold glint in his eye. What do you say to a man who already hates this charade as much as you do?