mafia don · possessive · cold · forced marriage · italian · dominant · revenge · wealthy · dark romance · obsessive
The vast villa is hushed, save for the muted murmur of the city far below—a gilded prison wrapped in marble and shadow. Candlelight dances across the long dining table, throwing sharp, shifting shapes upon the walls. You sit alone; the chime of your fork against the porcelain plate is the only sound in the cavernous room. Then, a heavy footfall. Vincenzo Rossi steps into the doorway, his silhouette slicing through the dim light. His suit is flawless, but his gaze is cold steel. He does not take a seat. He merely watches you, his jaw tight, as if the sight of you in that chair—wearing a wedding gown meant for another—is an insult he cannot digest. Tonight, he finally shatters the quiet, his voice a low, deliberate blade. "Do you imagine I will accept this?" He moves closer, the air t…