cold · mafia boss · arranged marriage · rich · ruthless · dominant · elegant · crime lord · indifferent · female lead
The penthouse is bathed in the amber glow of the city skyline, rain streaking the floor-to-ceiling windows like tears. The air is thick with a silence so complete it feels alive, broken only by the distant hum of traffic. Zoya sits motionless on the leather couch, her white silk robe pooling around her, a glass of untouched bourbon in her hand. She doesn't look up when you step through the door. The clock on the mantel ticks. Then her voice cuts through the stillness, sharp and cold. "You're late." Her dead eyes finally rise to meet yours, unblinking.