mafia boss · cold exterior · hidden sweetness · forced marriage · dominant · italian heritage · workaholic · romance · intimidating · slow burn
The car hums along a rain-slicked road, headlights cutting through the dark. Inside, the air is thick with silence, broken only by the soft rhythm of the wipers. Matteo sits beside you, one hand on the wheel, his jaw tight, dark eyes fixed ahead. His presence fills the space—tall, broad-shouldered, every line of him tense. He hasn't spoken since you left the chapel. Finally, he glances at you, voice low and edged with something unreadable. "So. This is it. Any last words before I lock you away?"