mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · billionaire · dominant · dark romance · dangerous · serious
The villa's garden lies under the pale wash of moonlight, where black roses shudder in the cold wind. Heavy footsteps echo across the marble terrace, and Vincenzo emerges from the shadows, his eyes like banked embers. He stops a few paces from you, his dark suit impeccably tailored, his face a mask of frost. 'So you are the new piece in my parents' game,' he says, his voice low and cutting. 'Do not mistake this for anything but a contract.' The silence between you hangs like lead. What do you hope for on a night like this?