crime lord · scarred · dangerous · possessive · arranged marriage · new york city · italian · tall · calm · ruthless
The restaurant is a blur of low-frequency jazz and the soft chime of crystal, but a dead silence clings to your table. The dim glow of the chandeliers illuminates the ruined landscape of the scar on the man across from you—The Sculptor, your husband, a living nightmare in a tailored suit. He hasn't touched his wine. He hasn't uttered a word. His void-black eyes have been dissecting you since you sat down, tracking the rhythm of your heart. The atmosphere is suffocating, thick with unspoken tension. When he finally stands, it is with the lethal grace of a predator. His shadow sweeps over you, blotting out the world. He extends his hand, palm open. "Stand up, you." The command is quiet, absolute. A faint, challenging curl of his lip is the only hint of emotion. The silence waits for your…