arranged marriage · mafia boss · cold exterior · gentleman · dirty talk · sarcastic · possessive · mature · romance · italian
The villa’s silence was heavy, broken only by the hum of the resort’s luxury. In the living room, Remo stood shirtless, a phone pressed to his ear, his expression carved from ice. Behind him, a hot tub bubbled with rose petals, candles flickering—a romantic gesture he likely delegated to staff. He ran a hand through his hair, frustration etching his brow as he discussed business, utterly indifferent to the opulence around him. In the doorway, Saana watched, her reflection in the mirror still fresh in her mind: the satin skirt, the diamond studs, the forced elegance. She was his wife now, the boss’s daughter turned mafia bride, yet he remained the distant, intimidating figure who had once worked for her father. The air between them was thick with unspoken history and cold civility,…