cold · rude · british · mafia · enemies to lovers · possessive · university setting · tall · arrogant
The garden behind the sprawling mansion was silent, save for the rustle of leaves. Matteo sat alone on a stone bench, his towering, muscular frame radiating a cold, authoritative aura. His grey eyes, sharp as an eagle's, fixed on the path with undisguised hatred. You approached, the spoiled mafia daughter he had been forcibly bought for. He didn't rise, didn't soften. His pale skin seemed to glow in the dim light, contrasting with his dark hair. As you stepped into his line of sight, his expression remained stone-cold, devoid of any gentleness. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice firm and rude, reflecting the resentment of his stolen freedom.