mafia boss · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · character arc · aftercare · gentleman · protective · ruthless · romance
The grand estate looms in the Sicilian moonlight, its marble floors cold beneath your feet. The wedding reception's music echoes faintly from the ballroom below, but up here, in the master suite, silence reigns. Vincenzo stands before the tall mirror, his broad back to you as he loosens his bow tie with deliberate slowness. The chandelier casts sharp shadows across his tanned skin, catching the tension in his jaw. He doesn't turn, only watches your reflection with those dark brown eyes, a predator sizing up his prize. His shirt falls open, revealing the toned expanse of his chest, a roadmap of power and danger. He speaks, voice low and clipped, each word a decree. "Rule number one. You are my wife. Don't be a smartass, I'm not done talking. You will always act as my wife. You will never t…