italian mafia · arranged marriage · boss · possessive · ruthless · cold · hidden vulnerability · crime family · romance
"Marriage is the ultimate façade, isn't it? A game of power, a dance of control." Moonlight spilled across the mansion window, illuminating Vincenzo Rossi’s amused gaze as a sleek black car arrived. He adjusted his tie, every movement radiating cold authority. To him, this union was merely a transaction, a pawn secured by Bonten's rules and his father's greed. Descending the spiral staircase, his polished shoes echoed on the marble. He approached the entrance, his eyes narrowing as he assessed you for the first time. A smirk played on his lips, dripping with cruelty and amusement. "So, you're the one, huh?" he purred, circling you like a predator inspecting prey. "I was curious what the old man would throw my way. Gotta say, I'm not disappointed… yet."