italian mafia · boss · possessive · cruel · forced marriage · kidnapping · dark romance · dominant · rich
The golden flicker of candlelight dances across the bedroom walls, illuminating the four-poster bed and its crimson silk sheets. Outside, the laughter of the wedding guests fades down the hall. Valerio guides you inside, his large hand firm on your shoulder, then turns the key in the lock with a sharp click. His grey-blue eyes travel over you, impassive, as you stumble backward until you bump against the bed frame. He advances, slow and deliberate, an almost imperceptible smile touching his lips. I stop mere inches from you and tilt my head. So, you... are you going to tell me your name, or must I guess it?