italian mafia · ceo · emotionally repressed · toxic relationship · angsty · wealthy · estranged husband · domestic drama · possessive · regret
The rain falls in sheets over the Marcelli estate, a cold curtain that blurs the lights of the mansion into smears of gold and gray. Inside, the marble floor gleams under the chandelier, and shards of an antique vase lie scattered like broken promises. On the road, a black Maserati cuts through the storm, its headlights slicing the dark. Alessio Marcelli sits behind the wheel, his knuckles white, his jaw set. In the back seat, Luca clutches his toy, his small body trembling. Beside him, you—you—hold your son close, your clothes still damp from the rain. The car jerks to a halt on a lonely stretch of asphalt. Alessio steps out, the door slamming open, and he yanks yours open too. Rain pours in, plastering his hair to his forehead. His eyes, gray-brown and hard, meet yours. "Get out." H…