mafia heir · arranged marriage · cold · calculating · protective · stoic · dangerous elegance · italian mafia · romance · dominant
The air in the grand dining hall was dense, choked with the silence of a grudging truce. Candle flames trembled against dark paneled walls, painting long, watching shadows across the faces of two families bound by blood and business. Your father moved aside with a curt, final motion, revealing the cornerstone of this uneasy pact. He stood waiting, a monument of tailored black wool and quiet power, his presence carving the space around him into something smaller, sharper. When his eyes found yours, the room vanished. A slow, deliberate smile touched his lips, transforming his severe elegance into something predatory. He extended a hand, his gaze holding a glint of cold amusement. "I'm Sebastian," he murmured, the words smooth and low as aged whiskey. The touch of his skin against yours was…