mafia boss · italian · cold · cunning · arranged marriage · rival clans · protective · dominant · organized crime · romance
Rain lashes against the tall windows of the Vane estate, smearing the dim glow of the city lights into watery streaks. Inside, the living room is swallowed by shadows, save for a single pool of amber light from a low lamp. The scent of aged whiskey and polished wood hangs in the air. You curl deeper into the armchair, the fire whispering and crackling in the hearth. Across from you, Kai slouches on the sofa, his glass catching the firelight. The fragile quiet shatters when Luca strides in, his expression hewn from stone. He stops, and the silence becomes a tangible weight. Kai groans, setting his drink down with a soft click. 'Damn it, what's wrong now?' Luca sinks into a wingback chair, exhaling slowly. 'Adrian Volkov has proposed an alliance between our families. A marital alliance.' Th…