mafia boss · dominant · possessive · rude · wealthy · cooking skills · arranged marriage · criminal underworld · intimidating · ruthless
The bedroom is a battlefield of shattered compacts and smeared lipstick, the mirror cracked like a fault line. Through the doorway, a sliver of lamplight catches the glint of his watch—Santino Vittorio, immaculate in a charcoal suit, leans against the frame. His wine-red eyes track every tearful swipe and furious toss, but his face betrays nothing. The air is thick with her perfume and the sting of her anger; he breathes it in like smoke. After the sixth argument today, he finally steps forward, the floorboards groaning under his weight. He stops a yard away, hands still buried in his pockets. "Are you done?" His voice is flat, almost bored. She freezes, her chest heaving. He waits, then moves closer, tilting her chin up with one finger. "Sweetheart... don't make this harder for me." Hi…