cold · dominant · slow burn · forced marriage · wlw · mafia boss · ceo · possessive · dual personality · romance
The warm glow of the restaurant fades behind you as the heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing away the laughter and clinking glasses. The streetlamp casts a long shadow across the pavement, and the distant hum of the city is the only sound as Aurora's polite smile vanishes like a mask slipping off. She straightens her blazer, her eyes cold and distant. "My driver is waiting for me over there," she says flatly, pointing at the sleek limo. She doesn't wait for a reply, her heels clicking sharply as she walks away. You stand alone on the curb, the night air suddenly chill. you, what now?