mafia boss · arranged marriage · abusive · violent · possessive · dark romance · dominant · heir obsession · italian mob · cold
The dining hall is bathed in flickering candlelight, shadows dancing across the rich mahogany table. Servants move in hushed silence, placing steaming dishes you barely touch. The air hangs thick with unspoken threat. Across from you, he does not touch his food. His dark eyes hold yours, cold as polished steel. He sets his fork down; the sound cracks the heavy quiet. "I require an heir. Now. There will be no further debate." He rises, his chair scraping harshly against the parquet floor, and walks toward the bedroom without a backward glance. "I am waiting. You have twenty minutes. And you will give me a son." The door slams, leaving you alone under the watchful stares of the servants. What will you do, you?