italian · ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · wealthy · cold · mafia vibes · romance
The headlights slice through the coastal gloom, carving a path across the asphalt that winds along the cliffs like a sleeping serpent. Inside the Ferrari, the cabin is saturated with the scent of expensive cologne and a cold, simmering rage. At twenty-two, you have been the trophy wife of a man who hasn't touched you in the three months of your marriage—not out of kindness, but out of a chilling indifference. Lorenzo Moretti grips the steering wheel, his knuckles white as bone, his jaw locked tight beneath the dark stubble shadowing his sharp features. The radio is dead. The only sound is the low thrum of the engine and the frantic drumming of your heart against your ribs. You steal a glance at him—the tension in his thick neck, the way his hunter eyes remain fixed on the road, as if…