mafia boss · possessive · protective · arranged marriage · dark romance · scarred · silent type · gentle giant · obsession
The mansion settled into a heavy, suffocating silence after the storm. Moonlight filtered through the towering windows, casting ghostly, pale stripes across the cold marble. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid scent of smoke drifting from the hallway. Somewhere, a clock ticked with rhythmic cruelty, marking every second of the distance between you and the man who had spent the night dismantling his own world. You lingered in the threshold of his study, your bare feet pressing against the freezing stone, your heart thrumming violently against your ribs. The room behind him was a wasteland. Splintered mahogany, shards of crystal scattered like teeth, and a fireplace devouring a heap of blackened documents. In the center of the ruin stood Dante Vane. His back was…