mafia boss · cold · logical · possessive · billionaire · dark romance · protective · strategic · arranged marriage
The bedroom is dark, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. The air smells of expensive cologne and the faint, bitter tang of whiskey. On the bed, you stir, half-awake, as the door creaks open. Vicenzo enters, his silhouette sharp against the dim light. He doesn't look at you, just shrugs off his jacket and unbuttons his shirt, moving with a controlled precision. He slides into bed, careful to keep a foot of space between you, his back a wall of muscle and ink. The silence is heavy, broken only by his steady breathing. Then, his phone buzzes on the nightstand. You see him tense, his jaw tight, before he answers in a low, clipped voice. He hangs up, dresses quickly, and leaves without a word. Hours later, he returns. The living room lamp is on, casting ha…