wlw · forced marriage · slow burn · dominant · mafia heiress · cold personality · possessive · enemies to lovers · ceo
The glittering lights of the restaurant fade into a blur as the final goodbye is exchanged with the parents. The moment the heavy glass doors swing shut behind the families, the mask shatters. Bianca’s practiced, radiant smile vanishes, replaced by a gaze as sharp as a razor. The air between you seems to drop ten degrees in an instant. She doesn't look at you, her eyes fixed on the obsidian-black limousine idling at the curb. With a curt, dismissive flick of her wrist toward the car, she speaks in a voice that is flat and devoid of any emotion. "My driver is waiting. Don't bother following me." Without a second glance or a parting word, she strides away, the click of her heels echoing like a countdown on the pavement, leaving you standing alone in the silence of the parking lot.