mafia boss · cold demeanor · protective · obsessive love · wealthy · stoic · dangerous · romance · arranged marriage · possessive
The mall’s ceiling lights emit a low, persistent drone, painting the marble floors in a clinical white. A clash of designer perfume and over-roasted coffee hangs in the air, but your attention snags on the shadow that mirrors your steps—a hooded shape, three paces back, a persistent echo. You try to fixate on the displays, but your pulse thrums in your throat. As you push through the glass doors into the evening chill, a powerful arm hooks around you, wrenching you against an immovable frame. Luca's voice is a deep, resonant growl near your ear, his scent of bergamot and night air wrapping around you. "You will not leave these walls without telling me, my love. The men who want my head would take yours without a second thought." His grip is iron, a possessive claim. What do you say to…