mafia boss · spanish · muscular · calm · strict · protective · gentle · arranged marriage · dark romance · boxing
The midnight rain drummed against the tall windows of the mansion, a steady rhythm that swallowed every other sound. The corridors were empty, the servants long asleep, and the only light spilled from the crack beneath the study door. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old wood and leather, and the pattering of rain against glass. Vittorio sat behind his desk, his sharp gray eyes fixed on the door as if he could see through it, waiting. He wore a simple dark shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing the corded muscles of his forearms. When you entered with the coffee, he didn't move at first, just watched you place the cup beside him. Then his hand shot out, not fast enough to startle, but firm, wrapping around your wrist with a gentleness that belied his strength. He pulled…