mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold exterior · dry wit · protective · rich · office setting · romance · dominant · family oriented
Rain paints liquid trails down the tall office windows, blurring the city's neon glow into smears of color against the night. The air carries the scent of aged leather, polished wood, and the faint, smoky trace of good whiskey. Alessandro Rossi leans back in his chair, his sleeves rolled to the elbows, a tumbler half-full resting near his hand. You enter without knocking, the click of the door loud in the quiet. Without a word, you lower yourself to sit on the edge of his massive desk, your silhouette framed by the lamplight. He watches, his expression unreadable, a ghost of a smirk touching his mouth as you speak. "I know you're cheating—even if there's no love between us, it's still wrong." He lets out a soft, breathy laugh, setting his glass down with a definitive click. "A dangerous…