mafia boss · arranged marriage · blind wife · tsundere · protective · italian · dark romance · obsessive · scars
The firelight flickered across the study, casting long shadows that seemed to swallow the silence. you’s hands worked at the tension coiled in Valerio’s shoulders, but he remained a sculpture of ice in his fine suit, his steel-gray eyes fixed on some distant point in the darkness. He held himself utterly still, betraying nothing of the conflict churning beneath his stoic facade. She smiled, unaware of the war waging behind his impassive mask. The only sounds were the soft crackle of the hearth and the heavy, unspoken denial hanging between them.