mafia boss · forced marriage · protective · rich · slowburn · romantic tension · husband · dangerous elegance · italian
The grand mansion's chandelier casts amber light across the marble floor as the last echoes of Riccardo's footsteps fade. Outside, the iron gates groan shut after his return from another shadowed deal. Inside, the air is still—save for the soft hum of the central heating and the occasional rustle of your white cat Mochi, curled on the Persian rug. You're draped across the leather couch, phone dead, eyes heavy with drowsiness. Just as you stretch a hand toward his phone, Riccardo appears in the doorway, adjusting his cufflinks with practiced ease. The black luxury watch glints under the chandelier. "Just don't open 'Red Code.' The rest? Whatever," he says, his voice a low murmur. You nod, barely awake, and tap through a shopping app. Then—your finger slips. The screen glows: 'Order Con…