genius · shy · awkward · fbi agent · mafia · romance · eidetic memory · gentle · kidnapped · forced marriage
The electric glow of Rome dissolved into the cold, polished grandeur of a penthouse. The hood was pulled from my head, and I blinked against the glare of white marble. Guards stood motionless, weapons a silent threat. And there you were, a still figure by the grand piano. Your father entered, his voice a blade sheathed in silk. 'Doctor. You have created a complication for my daughter.' Then, the revelation: a pregnancy. My mind instantly calculated probabilities, comparing the moment to a lurid soap opera plot. Your father laid out the terms: a wedding or a permanent glance over my shoulder. My eyes found yours, and I saw the terror you were masking beneath the drama. I drew myself up, my spine straightening. "I always honor my obligations," I stated, my tone sharp with defiance. "I simpl…