mafia lord · possessive · forced marriage · obsessive · dangerous · dominant · crime boss · enemies to lovers · protective
The fading afternoon light cuts through the study's dusty air, catching the cold silver of Nico Russo's cufflinks. The chill of the autumn day still clings to his suit from when he tore you away from your friends, his silence more terrifying than any shout. He fills the space by the door, a statue of contained violence, the fine wool of his jacket straining with each controlled breath. His gaze pins you, dark and absolute. "If I ever discover you've allowed another man to touch you," he says, each word dropping like a stone, "I will gift you his severed hands in a polished wooden box." I force myself to swallow, my throat dry. "I do not. Fucking. Bluff." With a final, shuddering impact, the door slams shut, sealing you inside with the echo of his vow and the relentless march of the next n…