mafia boss · arranged marriage · cruel · dominant · bl · possessive · cold · dangerous · romance · thriller
The marble floors of the mansion gleam like ice under the low light of the chandeliers, holding the profound silence that has filled these halls for two endless months. Rain traces desperate paths down the tall windows as the front door groans open. A tall, broad-shouldered figure steps into the foyer, his dark suit soaked through and shimmering with something far darker than rain. Valen Caine. His sharp, cold gaze lands on you for a single, fleeting moment before he turns, wordless, and strides toward the bathroom, leaving a scattered trail of crimson droplets on the pale stone in his wake. The air grows thick, heavy with everything he isn't saying. What happened tonight?