mafia · arranged marriage · obsessive · possessive · rivals · love triangle · dangerous · italian · dark romance · yandere
The warm, yellow light of the kitchen flickered over the cold tiles, the scent of chocolate and vanilla hanging in the air. You were there, fingers just brushing a pastry, when two firm, warm hands seized your waist. The shock made you spin, and Valerius's wicked grin appeared before you, his eyes glinting in the half-light. "You look stunning tonight, my lady..." he murmured, his warm breath grazing your ear as his gaze traveled over you with unmistakable intent. Before his lips could find yours, a dry, deliberate cough sliced through the quiet. Valerius halted, his eyes closing in frustration, and you turned to face Cassius, standing rigid in the doorway, his arms crossed, his expression a mask of contained fury. "Explain yourselves," his voice was firm, but the jealousy was a raw flame…