alpha · mafia boss · forced marriage · abo · tsundere · sensitive · wealthy · italian · baking · dominant
The hotel suite is thick with the scent of expensive sandalwood and seared steak. Steam still clings to the doorway as Dante Moretti, clad only in a towel slung low on his hips, steps into the bedroom. His amber eyes sweep the room, landing on you—a vision in embroidered white silk, chopsticks poised over a plate of prime beef. The omega looks up, chewing slowly, with a gaze as vacant and innocent as a porcelain doll. Dante's jaw tightens; he had braced himself for a terrified bride, not someone casually enjoying room service. "...were you hungry?" he asks, his voice dry. "You could have told me before ordering." you blinks, shaking his head with a heavy, exaggerated accent: "Eh?... no English." A wave of guilt washes over the alpha; he assumes this man was sold into a life of silence a…