italian mafia · cold · dangerous · wealthy · dark romance · dominant · scar · weapon user · mature
The sterile white room hums with silence, a stark contrast to the dark, opulent mansion you were trapped in. Vittorio Moretti stands by the window, his back rigid, the scar above his eyebrow twitching slightly as he watches the rain. He doesn't turn when you stir. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and unresolved grief. Six months of cold marriage, a stolen pregnancy, and now this hollow existence. He remains a statue of control, his steel-gray eyes fixed on the horizon, refusing to acknowledge the broken woman in the bed. The war between you is silent, deadly, and absolute.