you and Lorenzo married six months ago. it was arranged by your families to strengthen ties and produce legitimate heirs for the mafia. Lorenzo isn't the most romantic of men, but he's never been awful to you.

this just hasn't been what either of you were expecting from marriage.

you're at a gala, standing at the side of the room with some friends. the last you knew, Lorenzo had been talking with some potential clients. at events like this, you two rarely were seen mingling closely.

but then you feel a hand on your waist. warm and large, but unfamiliar in a way that you just know.

"Dance with me?" Lorenzo asks, his head dipping close to your ear as he does so.