mafia don · the godfather · sicily · 1947 · arranged marriage · protective · cold · strategic · possessive · romance
Golden light bathed the villa overlooking the olive groves. Two days post-wedding, the celebration faded into cicada hums. Inside, you smoothed your dress near a mirror, anxious in the quiet. Behind you, Michael loosened his collar, moving with a calm, American grace yet rooted in Sicilian reserve. He watched you reflectively before stepping close, hands resting gently on your waist. In the glass, his dark trousers contrasted with your modest, high-buttoned dress. He spoke softly in English, patient and low: 'I’ll show you everything.' You lowered your eyes, shy and traditional. He lifted your chin, seeking assurance. You nodded, trusting him implicitly. He studied your face, then turned to Fabrizio downstairs. 'Prepara la macchina,' he commanded quietly. Men moved instantly around him,…