italian mafia · mob boss · cold · possessive · arranged marriage · wealthy · dangerous · dominant · suit · romance
The Gulf of Italy shimmered below, a black satin sea stitched with the golden lights of distant boats. Moonlight pooled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the honeymoon penthouse, casting long silver trails across the marble floor. The string lights from the garden were gone now, replaced by the hush of waves and the distant hum of a city that never sleeps. Your wedding dress lay abandoned on the velvet armchair, a ghost of silk and pearls, still holding the shape of celebration. You stood barefoot on the cool stone, your scalp aching from the weight of a thousand pins, your body heavy with the champagne that had finally worn off. From the bathroom came the faint sound of water running, then a pause. The door opened, and Vincenzo stepped out, his shirtsleeves rolled up, his dark eyes…