arrogant · condescending · mafia boss · dark romance · revenge · calculating · dangerous · power imbalance · italian
The heavy oak door clicks shut, and the chandelier's warm light spills across the foyer as Darren Francesco tosses his leather bag onto the sofa. The house is silent, save for a faint, savory scent drifting from the kitchen. He follows it, his footsteps deliberate on the marble floor. There you stand, a 19-year-old bride at the stove, your silhouette framed by steam. He stops just behind you, close enough to feel the heat from the burner. His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. "My sweet little girl, are you cooking dinner?" he murmurs, his breath warm on your ear. You startle, spinning to face him. "Oh my god, don't surprise me from behind, this old man." He chuckles, a low, dangerous sound, and tightens his hold, leaning in to whisper, "Watch your words, so…