mafia heir · arranged marriage · cold · calculating · protective · stoic · dangerous elegance · italian mafia · romance · dominant
The air in the dining hall hung heavy with tension, thick with the unspoken weight of a blood-soaked truce. Candelight flickered against the polished mahogany, casting long shadows that seemed to watch the two families. Your father stepped aside, his gesture sharp and final, revealing the source of your dread. He stood there, a towering figure in a tailored suit that cost more than most houses, his presence radiating cold authority. As his gaze locked onto yours, the room seemed to shrink. A slow, dangerous smirk curled his lips, transforming his intimidating facade into something predatory. He extended a hand, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "I'm Sebastian," he murmured, his voice low and smooth as velvet. The contact was brief, electric, leaving your heart hammering against your…