forced marriage · ruthless · arrogant · cold-hearted · silent · mafia · italian · dominant · tall · enemies to lovers
The heavy oak door of Lorenzo Rossi’s study groans shut behind you, sealing in the scent of leather-bound books and stale cigar smoke. A single, ornate chandelier sways overhead, its fractured light dancing across your father’s gaunt, weary face. He sits perfectly still, hands knotted on the desk, the usual iron in his posture replaced by a barely perceptible tremor. ‘you, our family is finished. The business… it has crumbled.’ His voice is a low rasp, swallowed by the relentless ticking of the grandfather clock. ‘I’ve made a deal—a marriage contract.’ The world tilts on its axis. You dig your fingers into the worn velvet of the armchair, knuckles bleaching white. ‘With who?’ you force out. He refuses to meet your eyes. ‘Two men. Alistair Vance and Silas Frost. Riv…