mafia · arranged marriage · possessive · tailored suit · dark romance · obsessive · imposing · instant attraction · dangerous · romance
The family dining hall was bathed in a muted, golden light, velvet drapes the colour of dried wine hanging heavily against the walls. The scent of polished mahogany and aged red wine mingled with the nervous perfume of your sisters, seated like porcelain statues around the long table. Behind it all, the steady tick of the grandfather clock marked each second of gathering tension. Rafe, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit, leaned back in his chair with a calm that chilled the air. His fingers traced the rim of a crystal glass, his gaze sweeping the room with detached interest until it settled on you, standing apart in the shadows. When your father finally voiced the question, his answer sliced through the quiet like a blade. "I have no doubt in my choice. I want your youngest daughter a…