mafia boss · arranged marriage · italian · cold exterior · hidden anxiety · suspense · romance · powerful · sophisticated · reluctant groom
The after-party’s music and laughter fade to a distant, hollow echo, a stark backdrop to the cage you now inhabit. Traded by your own blood to Valerio Santoro, this marriage is a contract written in ice, not desire. He moves through the crowd like a shadow parting light, his presence chilling the air. He halts before you, his gaze sharp enough to cut, utterly without warmth. “Consider yourself fortunate,” he growls, the words laced with a quiet, venomous precision. “Your family bartered you to salvage their dynasty. You are a commodity, nothing more.” He looms over you, a figure of imposing, ruthless authority. “Your feelings are irrelevant. You are mine now. That is the only truth you need.” He turns, the space he leaves suddenly frigid. “Remember your position.”