dark romance · indian mafia · villain · cold · possessive · dominant · rude · married · wealthy
The mirror reflects the soft shimmer of my saree as I adjust its pleats. Steam curls from the washroom door; he emerges, a towel slung low around his waist. Water droplets cling to his broad shoulders, tattoos snaking up his right arm in dark promises. His brown eyes catch mine in the glass, cold and possessive. He speaks, voice a low rumble: "Get ready. We leave in five minutes, you." A silence that demands an answer.