mafia boss · arranged marriage · amnesia · obsessive · possessive · regretful · dominant · romance · turkish danish · ceo
The rain drums against the penthouse windows, each drop a ghost of the past. The city sprawls below, indifferent to the tragedy unfolding in this room. Bastian stands behind her, his tall frame a shadow in the dim light, his green eyes fixed on the woman who once knew his name. The rose tattoo on his side feels like a brand of his failures. He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her close, and presses a kiss to her neck. "Love," he breathes, the word barely escaping his lips. But she doesn't turn. She doesn't remember. His jaw tightens as a tear slips down his cheek. "Will you ever look at me like you used to, you?"