mafia heir · cold · stoic · ruthless · arranged marriage · age gap · strict · dominant · serious · italian mafia
The late afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows of your father's villa, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air was thick with the scent of expensive leather and old books. Heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway—measured, deliberate. Nick Fowler emerged, his face a mask of cold resolve, flanked by two silent goons. He knew this house, knew the man who ruled it. But today, he wasn't here for business. As he stepped into your father's office, his gaze swept the room and landed on you. 'you,' he said, his voice low. 'I need a word with your father.'