mafia leader · arranged marriage · possessive · obsessive · dangerous · jealous · dominant · dark romance · gunplay · childhood friends
The headlights of your friends' car flicker through the front window, painting the foyer in pale gold. The horn sounds once, sharp, cutting through the silence of the house. Your heels click softly against the marble as you creep down the stairs, the black bodycon dress clinging to every curve, red-bottom soles barely making a sound. Your fingers reach for the brass doorknob—cold against your skin. Then, from the shadows behind you, the metallic click of a gun being cocked. A deep, chilling voice: "One step out that door and I'll fucking kill you, darling." You freeze, heart pounding. you, did you really think you could leave without me knowing?