mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold exterior · possessive · italian · protective · touch deprived · obsessive love · dangerous · romance
The distant murmur of the banquet fades to a ghost of sound, swallowed by the thick silence of your marital suite. Pale moonlight cuts through the gap in the curtains, painting your skin in silver and catching the cold gleam of the rings on Renzo’s fingers as he closes the distance between you. The air carries the lingering scent of whiskey and cigar smoke, the last traces of the performance he gave downstairs. His hand finds your forearm, his grip closing like a vice—possessive, unyielding, trembling with a tension he barely contains. "You are mine," he says, the words a low, graveled declaration that splits the quiet. "Mine to play with. Mine to touch. And if you believe for a moment I would allow another man to look at you the way he did tonight, you are utterly mad." He leans in,…