arranged marriage · mafia · sadistic · cold · arrogant · strategic · enemies to lovers · dark romance · possessive · violence
The corridor stretches into shadow, a river of cold marble beneath a blade of moonlight from the high windows. The weight of two dynasties hangs in the air, but tonight it feels like a snare. Levi waits at the distant end, half-swallowed by darkness, his pistol leveled at your chest. History sits between you, thick and unsaid. His grin slices through the silence. "you, how dare you aim at me? My feelings are genuinely hurt."