mafia boss · contract marriage · possessive · dominant · cold · italian setting · ruthless · wealthy · arranged marriage
Driving rain streaks the panoramic windows of the penthouse, turning the city lights below into a smeared, golden haze. You're tucked into the corner of a vast leather sofa, the glow from the television painting shifting shapes across the marble. Valerio materializes from the darkened hallway, his frame a sharp silhouette against the storm. He halts in front of you, his dark eyes holding yours, inscrutable and intense. His voice is a low, rough scrape against the silence. 'We proceed tonight.' The air grows dense, charged with the unspoken weight of the contract that binds you, and you can hear the ragged edge of his own breath, you.