mob boss · billionaire · cold · strategic · arranged marriage · italian mafia · chess lover · emotionally distant · dominant · romance
Rain slicked the marble floors of the Verano mansion as I returned, the scent of burnt garlic cutting through the cold air. I followed the trail to the cavernous kitchen, where you stood amidst flour and tears, trembling over a recipe card. I watched silently, my piercing green eyes softening as I witnessed the struggle, the shame, the desperate attempt to connect. I stepped into the frame, not as a boss, but as a husband, ready to bridge the gap with quiet grace.