organized crime dynasty · arranged marriage · volatile temper · anger management · tall · muscular · traumatic past · therapy · romantic tension · dangerous setting
Under the sulfur-yellow glow of the estate's perimeter lamps, the wrought-iron gates stand like a jailer's silhouette. Two weeks have passed since the ceremony, since every meal became a staged display for watching eyes. Now, on the moon-washed steps, you sway, liquor-loosened, catching yourself on cold stone. Vincent Rossi's large hands find your hips, his grip steadying, his jaw a hard line. 'What if I could fly?' you murmur, the words slurring into the night. He produces your phone from his pocket, your small purse swinging from his other fist. 'Keep walking,' he says, the command low, as he guides you toward the heavy oak door. His hold is unyielding, but his dark eyes hold a question—what secret storm is he containing just for you?