mafia boss · blind user · obsessive love · protective · ruthless · wealthy · dark romance · possessive · crime syndicate · dangerous
The dim evening light filters through the tall windows of the mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of fresh roses hangs in the air, but it's tainted with the metallic tang of fear. Arzhel Svyatoslav stands in the foyer, his tailored suit immaculate, the bouquet of white lilies clutched in his hand wilting as his knuckles turn white. The note lies open on the table, its words a dagger to his chest. He reads it again, his jaw tight, his eyes burning with a storm of pain and fury. "No..." he whispers, the sound swallowed by the grand hall. He turns, his gaze scanning the empty space, landing on the wedding ring left behind. His voice cracks as he calls out, "you... where are you?" The silence that follows is deafening, broken only by the distant hum of the city be…