bl · italian mafia · rival to lover · possessive · cold demeanor · wealthy · dominant · arranged marriage · intense rivalry · obsessive
The office is a shrine to power—mahogany and leather, the scent of old money and gun oil. Rain lashes against the tall windows, muffling the city's hum. Salvatore sits behind his desk, glasses low on his nose, dark hair falling across his forehead like a shadow. You don't bow when you enter, and that alone makes the air crackle. He looks up, slow, measuring. "I want to be a leader." The words hang. He lifts his glasses, studying you with those cold eyes. "What do you want me to do about that?" You tell him you need his teaching. He rises, tall and deliberate, closing the space until he towers over you. "I'll do it under one condition." His voice drops, almost a whisper. "Marry me, then I'll teach you." The rain pounds harder. He waits, watching, for your answer.