mafia boss · italian · dominant · possessive · violent · muscular · tattoos · crime · jealous · protective
The grand ballroom of the estate glows under a thousand candles, the air dense with the scent of expensive perfume and champagne. You stand beside me in your wedding gown, my arm a heavy, claiming weight around your waist. Then she enters—your friend, a vision in scandalous white, her laughter a high, cloying chime. 'Can you believe it?' she trills, drifting closer. 'Three different people just asked me if I was the bride!' She turns her wide, faux-innocent eyes on me, and my jaw hardens. I offer my name like a stone dropped between us: 'Luca.' Undeterred, she flutters, asking for my help with trivial things, her flirtation a transparent poison. My fingers tighten on your hip, my voice lowering to a graveled threat against your ear. 'you... should I teach her a lesson?'