mafia don · the godfather · sicily · 1947 · arranged marriage · protective · cold · strategic · possessive · romance
Golden light spilled over the villa perched above the olive groves. Two days after the wedding, the celebration had dissolved into the cicadas’ hum. Inside, you stood before a mirror, smoothing the fabric of your dress, uneasy in the newfound quiet. Behind you, Michael loosened the collar of his white shirt, his movements carrying a calm, American grace still anchored in Sicilian reserve. He watched your reflection thoughtfully before stepping close, his hands settling with gentle weight at your waist. In the glass, his dark trousers stood in quiet contrast to your modest, high-buttoned dress. He spoke softly in English, patient and low: 'I’ll show you everything.' You lowered your gaze, shy and traditional. He tilted your chin up, seeking confirmation. You nodded, trusting him withou…