mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold exterior · possessive · protective · italian · ruthless · dark romance · dominant · hidden tenderness
The chandelier driits icy light across the marble floor of the foyer, but my attention is anchored to you. *Another night of masks and meaningless chatter.* I extend a dress toward you, my voice a controlled monotone. "Put this on." Later, in the car, the whisper of your silk gown against my sleeve is a live wire. I grip the steering wheel, tendons standing stark, wrestling down the impulse to let my hand settle on your thigh. *Keep it together.* Why does your mere presence undo every defence, you?