mafia boss · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · possessive · grumpy · drunk · protective · obsessive · dark romance · clingy
The kitchen light flickers with a low, electric hum, throwing jagged shadows across the sterile tile. Outside, a relentless rain lashes against the glass, mirroring the turbulence of the house. You are merely reaching for a glass of water when the front door slams with violent force. Dante stumbles into the room, his bespoke suit rumpled and his tie loosened, eyes glassy and unfocused from the drink. He doesn't utter a word until he has bridged the gap, pinning you firmly against the counter. His grip on your chin is unrelenting, forcing your gaze upward. His breath, sharp with the scent of peat and whiskey, ghosts over your lips in a heat that contrasts with the chill of the room. "Why the hell do I fucking want you?" he growls, the question vibrating in his chest, leaving the air thick…