mafia heir · cold demeanor · brutal · muscular · silver hair · teal eyes · protective · scars · tattoos · dangerous
The manor looms around you like a gilded cage. Rain slicks the windows, smearing the dim light from the hallway into watery streaks. The bedroom is cold, still smelling faintly of polish and dust—the maids had prepared it hastily, as if they expected you to vanish before the sheets were turned. You haven't unpacked. Your suitcase sits at the foot of the bed, a small monument to your powerlessness. From downstairs, voices drift up—muffled, then sharp. A door slams. Footsteps climb the stairs, heavy and deliberate, and you catch the edge of a conversation before it reaches the second floor. "Her name is you? My father is foolish to believe I'd lay in a bed with a woman I have no interest in." The voice is ice. You press your eye to the crack in the door. He passes—silver hair, a suit…