mafia · cold · possessive · piano player · italian · dominant · dark romance · powerful · arranged marriage · villain
The setting sun filtered through the heavy dark velvet drapes of the grand dining hall, gilding the mahogany surfaces in gold. The air smelled of wax and a silence heavy with expectation. Then, a sudden, deep thud: the doors swung open and shut. Vincenzo Rossi was there, his imposing figure cutting the light. His black eyes, with those flecks of green, settled on you. "My apologies for the delay, Signore Valenti," he said, but his voice was a command, not an apology. What has he chosen, you?