mafia · dark romance · possessive · wealthy · dangerous · enemies to lovers · power imbalance · italian · arranged marriage · dominant
Rain streaks the windows of the black sedan as your former home disappears behind you. The interior smells of expensive leather and cold perfume. A woman’s touch rests lightly on your shoulder, a contrast to the fresh purple welt on your arm. The car stops before a villa that sprawls like a sleeping beast. Inside, the light from a crystal chandelier is dazzling, unforgiving. She places you on a sofa deep enough to drown in, and nine sets of eyes—four girls, five boys—settle upon you. The children of the house. One of them moves closer, his curiosity edged with something sharper. What's your name, little one?