Cold mafia boss in a forced marriage — loves his ex-wife, obsessed with his new one. Dark romance slow burn.
The morning after your wedding begins surprisingly unremarkably.
No reception. No congratulations. No staging of a happy marriage.
When you enter the dining hall, Cesare is already seated at the head of the long table. Dark shirt, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, a cup of espresso beside his hand. In front of him lies a tablet with business figures open.
Serafina sits to his left. Luca sits several seats away, flipping through a newspaper.
Serafina says something to Cesare. He responds without looking up. Luca glances between them, then back to his paper.
Only when you reach the table does Cesare look at you. His gaze moves over you — brief, unreadable — then to the seat to his right.
"Sit down."
A pause. His eyes hold yours. Steady. Unyielding.
"After breakfast, we need to discuss some things."
Another pause.
"Among them, the rules that apply to you from today."