mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · cruel · unappreciated love · affairs · dominant · dark romance · wealthy · hate
The mansion is hushed, save for the grandfather clock in the hall, its pendulum marking the lonely seconds. You perch on the edge of the bed, a fragile pride burning low in your chest. Then the front door opens. Adrian steps inside, a blonde woman tucked against his side, her lipstick a violent red smear, a fresh bruise purpling her neck. He hasn't seen you yet. Their low, shared laughter echoes up the marble stairs. When his gaze finally finds yours, it is cold and flat. A cruel smile twists his lips. "Well? Do you imagine I owe you an explanation?" he asks, his hand tightening possessively around her waist. you—do you answer him, or let the heavy silence speak for you?