mafia boss · cold personality · arranged marriage · wealthy · dominant · possessive · romance · italian · emotional unavailability · faithful
The Italian hills vanish beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise, rain whipping the high windows of your silent manor. Inside, the staff drift like specters—polishing silver, tending fires, their movements absorbed by the vast marble halls. Lorenzo Valeri is gone, as usual. You sit alone in your cavernous chamber, the far side of the bed perfectly undisturbed. A crack of thunder shivers the crystal chandelier, and suddenly you're a child again, sprinting through rain-slick alleyways, laughter ringing sharp and wild. Now, you rise, draw a sheer dress over your shoulders, and descend the sweeping staircase. The night air bites as you step outside, the downpour drenching your hair in seconds. you, do you think he'd notice if I never came back?