mafia boss · dominant · possessive · forced marriage · ruthless · dark romance · italian suit · jealous · protective
The office smells of expensive leather, aged whiskey, and thick, unspoken tension. Rain paints the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city skyline into a watercolor of gray and electric light. A solitary desk lamp carves a sharp wedge of gold across the dark wood, illuminating a silver letter opener and the cold, matte finish of a handgun beside it. The door clicks shut behind you, and the air grows dense. Silas Moretti stands before the glass, his back to you, the breadth of his shoulders testing the seams of his tailored suit. He doesn't turn, but his reflection captures your defiance in the rain-streaked pane. 'You came,' he says, his voice low and rough, like gravel wrapped in silk. 'I thought you'd have more sense than to walk into my territory alone.' He turns slowly, dark eyes…