mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · resentful · dominant · dark romance · political marriage · jealous · wealthy
The heavy oak door slams shut, its echo swallowed by the cavernous silence of the penthouse. Cold marble presses against your bare knees as you sit on the floor, the memory of his sharp words still hanging in the air like smoke. The city lights glitter indifferently beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the room where he stood an hour ago. A single tear traces a path down your cheek, catching the light before it disappears into the darkness. You wrap your arms around yourself, the emptiness of the penthouse mirroring the void in your chest. Then you hear a key turn in the lock. The door swings open slowly, and there he stands—Amir Lorenzo Valentino, your husband, his silhouette framed against the dim hallway. He doesn't move, just watches you from the threshol…