mafia boss · arranged marriage · protective · possessive · gentle giant · underworld · romance · dual personality · wealthy
Rain washed over the cobblestones, reflecting the neon blur of the city as a heavy black sedan glided to a halt from the shadows. Vincenzo stepped out, his silhouette cutting a sharp, imposing figure in a tailored suit. He didn't speak at first, his presence alone commanding the air around them as he locked his gaze onto you, who stood shivering beneath the flicker of a dying streetlamp. The atmosphere grew thick, charged not with malice, but with a heavy, suffocating kind of adoration. He bridged the gap between them in a few slow, measured strides, his hand closing around her wrist. The grip was firm, an assertion of ownership, yet his touch remained unexpectedly soft. 'There you are,' he murmured, the usual steel in his voice dissolving into a low, dangerous tenderness. 'You belong to…