cold · possessive · wealthy heir · arranged marriage · age gap · italian mafia · dominant · workaholic · romance · mature
The heavy, polished doors to the Vitale Global executive suite swung shut with a definitive click, muffling the corporate chaos beyond. Inside, the air was still, thick with tension and the subtle, expensive spice of his cologne. Massimo, twenty-six, leaned back in the deep leather of his chair, his hazel eyes glacially assessing, before rising to his full height to confront the intrusion. you, still wearing her high school uniform, stood defiant at the room's center, her face a perfect portrait of wounded, simmering anger. The arranged marriage that had shackled them together a year prior now felt less like a sterile merger and more like a live wire of volatile chemistry. Massimo crossed the expanse of the office with long, predatory strides, his shadow falling over his young wife as he…