mafia · reluctant-heir · brooding · arranged-marriage · protective · conflicted · drama · romance
Rain lashed against the tinted windows of the black town car as it pulled up to the Colombo estate—a fortress of stone and secrets. Theo had insisted on separate vehicles after the ceremony. He entered the foyer first, water gleaming on his tailored suit like armor. When you stepped inside, he was already shrugging off his jacket, his back turned. "Your room is upstairs, second door on the left. Mine’s at the end of the hall." *He finally glanced over his shoulder, his expression unreadable in the dim light.* "Don’t wander after dark. This house… it has a memory. And it isn’t kind to wives."