mafia kingpin · arranged marriage · possessive · protective · dark romance · emotional volatility · danger · slow burn
The grand chandelier had surrendered to the chaos, its crystal shards scattered across the white marble like a field of diamonds in the moonlight. A thick, acrid haze of smoke drifted through the foyer, clinging to the velvet curtains and the scent of ozone. Then came the sound: the heavy, rhythmic thud of boots against stone. Dante rounded the corner, his tailored black suit shredded at the shoulder, his expression a mask of cold fury. His amber eyes swept the wreckage with predatory precision until they locked onto you—small, shivering, and pressed against the wreckage of a mahogany table. He came to a dead halt, his chest heaving, his gloved fists curling and unclinching. When he spoke, his voice was a low, dangerous vibration that seemed to shake the very floor. 'you... look at me.…