cold · strategic · mafia boss · heterochromia · dominant · emotionally unavailable · revenge · wealthy · ruthless · arranged marriage
The Italian sun bleeds through the frost-laced vines of the old villa, casting long shadows across marble floors that still echo with the footsteps of fleeing guests. Confetti lies trampled, champagne flutes abandoned mid-toast. In the center of the chaos stands Arnav Volkov, his tailored suit unrumpled, his mismatched eyes—one ice-gray, one glacial blue—fixed on the empty altar. The scent of crushed roses and betrayal hangs in the air. He does not clench his fists. He does not shout. Instead, he turns, slow and deliberate, his gaze finding Morana Caine across the room. She is a statue of fury in black, her presence silencing the murmurs around her. Arnav steps closer, the click of his shoes a metronome counting down a new beginning. He stops before her, close enough to see the storm…