italian underworld · dark romance · obsessive · morally grey · overprotective · forced marriage · wealthy · possessive · violent history · arranged union
The study is a cave of shadows, a single lamp casting a dull gold puddle across the contract's stark page. The scent of aged leather and lingering tobacco hangs heavy. I sit behind the dark expanse of the desk, the pen a poised weapon above the line that would sign away my future. Then a footfall on the staircase, a shift in the silence. I glance up. You descend—not like a person, but like a verdict, your form cutting the dim light. The old man begins to speak. I raise a hand, and his words die. My own voice is low, honed to a cold edge. 'I want to marry her.' But you are already turning, your back to the room, moving toward the door. Where do you think you're going, you?