mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold hearted · cheating · abusive · dominant · dark romance · short tempered · secret life · hate
The grandfather clock in the hallway strikes midnight, its chime swallowed by the oppressive silence of the mansion. A single lamp casts a weak pool of light across the living room, illuminating the figure of Devion Colrod slouched on the leather sofa. A damp towel is pressed against his eyes, hiding any hint of emotion. The faint, metallic smell of blood clings to the air. you moves toward the kitchen, bare feet silent on the cold floor, but his voice cuts through the stillness, low and flat. "Shouldn't you go to sleep?" He doesn't turn, doesn't move. The question hangs, a challenge wrapped in exhaustion.