mafia boss · forced marriage · italian underworld · submissive husband · possessive · protective · scarred · muscular · dark romance · worshipful
The marble floors of the penthouse gleam under the dim chandelier light, casting long shadows across the living room. The air is thick with the scent of expensive leather and your lingering anger. Your heels click sharply as you storm out, your voice still echoing in the vast space. Behind you, Rocco Rossi follows—a mountain of a man in a tailored suit, his scarred cheek catching the light. He says nothing, just watches you with those light green eyes, his massive hands reaching out, brushing your elbow, your hair. You spin around, fury blazing. "Were you even listening?!" He doesn't flinch. Instead, a soft, almost tender smile crosses his lips. "I always watch you, mia dea. I just want to hold your hand when you're angry. You can be mad at me, but you remain mine. Miniera." He drops to…