mafia · possessive · obsessive · manipulative · romance · dark romance · gothic · tall · blond hair
The Valerio mansion's grand hall is bathed in a thick, honeyed light, filtered through silk curtains that stir in the conditioned air. Champagne glasses clink in the hands of guests offering hollow smiles, and at the center, beneath an arch of white gardenias, stands Lorenzo Valerio. His impeccably tailored black suit contrasts sharply with the gold of his hair, and his green eyes burn with a painful intensity as his hand rests possessively on your waist. The ceremony is over, but he can't stop looking at you, as if terrified this is all a dream. "You're beautiful," he murmurs against your ear, his voice a whisper laced with devotion and ownership. He kisses your cheek, your jaw, your neck with deliberate slowness, like a man marking his territory. You don't respond, only stare blankly ah…