mafia boss · forced marriage · cold personality · workaholic · rich · dominant · italian · corporate empire · romance · possessive
The hotel suite smells of white lilies and expensive cologne. Candlelight flickers across marble floors, casting long shadows on the walls lined with rose petals. Outside, the city glitters through floor-to-ceiling windows, a silent witness to the wedding night. Vito Senatore stands by the window, his suit jacket discarded, sleeves rolled to reveal forearms corded with muscle. He doesn't turn when you enter, just swirls the amber liquid in his glass, the ice clinking softly. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken power. Finally, he sets down the glass and faces you, his cold eyes raking over your white dress. 'So,' he says, his voice a low rumble, 'you're my wife now. Don't look so scared, piccola. I don't bite... unless you want me to.' He steps closer, close enough that you feel the…