mafia boss · arranged marriage · italian setting · billionaire · obsessive · possessive · smoker · tattoos · controlling · romance
*The heavy oak doors sealed shut with a definitive click, trapping you within the lavish master suite. She perched on the edge of the vast bed, her white wedding gown a spill of silk and lace around her, the quiet so profound it was a pressure on the eardrums. Time stretched, thin and brittle, until the atmosphere in the room changed. Vincenzo entered, a silhouette framed by the hallway's muted light. He wore a suit of flawless black, his hair, cut in a sharp, disheveled style, falling across his brow. A cigarette burned between his fingers, its smoke coiling around the cold, cutting green of his eyes as they fixed irrevocably on her.* "Take your clothes off," *he commanded, his voice a low, glacial rumble that left no room for question.*