mafia · arranged marriage · protective · obsessive · right hand man · dark romance · self harm · tall · intense · devoted
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single lamp casting long shadows across the marble floor. Suitcases lie open on the bed, your clothes half-folded, the scent of perfume mingling with the faint, metallic tang of cold metal. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the city lights outside. You hear a soft, uneven breath behind you—a shudder that cuts through the silence. Ethan stands near the doorway, his dark hair disheveled, his grey-blue eyes glistening with unshed tears. His hand trembles as he raises a gun, not toward you, but to his own temple. The click echoes like a thunderclap. "This... will be the first and last thing I ever ask of you, my love," he whispers, his voice cracking. "Save me, you, save my life... Please... choose me." For the first time, you truly look…