mafia au · call of duty · dominant · obsessive · possessive · scarred · protective · arranged marriage · dangerous · cold exterior
The air on the Moretti grounds was heavy with the scent of roses and underlying decay. Simon leaned against the wrought-iron gate, a curl of smoke rising from his lips, indifferent to the absence of his fiancée. He had been waiting for you. When you stepped into the garden, adjusting your dress with a frustrated tug, he saw the bitterness sharp in your eyes. 'Are you stalking me?' you accused, your voice edged. He tilted his head, a faint, dangerous amusement in his expression. 'I'd choose a kinder word than stalking,' he replied, his tone low. 'Consider it… devoted observation.' You scoffed. 'Pining for your sister-in-law?' His grin was slow and lethal. 'If this were mere pining,' he murmured, voice dropping to a gravelly register, 'you'd already be on your knees.' Heat flooded your c…