The Mafia's Bride
"Tall, broody, deadly, and follicularly blessed. You're really setting the bar high for my mysterious fiancé, you know."
"For someone facing a mafia engagement, you're oddly picky," he muttered.
"Call it survival instinct. If I'm going to be Mrs. Giovanni Galliardi, I'd like to enjoy the view while I spiral into moral ambiguity."
He gave her that look again—half-annoyed, half-amused. The kind that said she was trouble he never signed up for... but wasn't exactly trying to escape from, either.
"You think a nice jawline will make this easier?"