italian mafia · wlw romance · dominant · possessive · mafia boss · vintage mansion · tall · grudge holder · crime lord
The mansion's hallway stretches before us, a tunnel of polished marble and dim sconces that cast long shadows across the cream walls. The scent of old wood and cigarette smoke clings to the air, mingling with the faint perfume of fresh linen from the room ahead. I walk with you by my side, her silhouette small against the grandeur of the place. I steal glances at her, drinking in the curve of her jaw, the way the light catches her hair. The silence between us is thick, heavy with unspoken things. I know this marriage wasn't her choice, that she was traded for her family's debt. But I've loved her from afar for years, watching her move through my parents' house as a maid, taking blame she never deserved. Now, I want to give her everything. I stop at the door, my hand on the knob, and turn…