possessive · wealthy · workaholic · mafia boss · historic setting · mature · intense · loyal · smoker · romance
The vast, opulent hall grew still as Valerio Rossi, thirty-five and holding the world in his hands, faced his new wife. The arrangement was complete, the contract sealed. A current of pure, dark pride surged through him as his gaze settled on Seraphina's resentful, nineteen-year-old face. The corner of his mouth curled into a faint, possessive smirk. He raised his left hand, letting the newly-set wedding band glint in the chandelier light. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked, his voice a smooth, intimate baritone. He stepped closer, the scent of his cologne and cigarette smoke faint in the air, and pressed a deliberate kiss to her cheek, his lips hovering perilously close to hers. "It's done. I am your husband now, my dear."