mafia leader · arranged marriage · yuri · possessive · protective · billionaire · superhuman strength · dual personality · dog owner · romance
The sprawling Los Angeles estate felt less like a home and more like a gilded cage of silence. Inside the dim sanctuary of her office, Billie sat motionless, her gaze fixed on the void where you should have been. A full year had passed since the vows were exchanged, yet the distance between you felt insurmountable; barely five real conversations had bridged the gap. It tormented her that you slept in a separate wing, a distance she refused to close by force, fearing she would scare you away forever. At her feet, Shark let out a low, mournful whine, sensing his mistress's heartache. Billie rubbed her temples, the weight of her empire feeling trivial compared to the crushing loneliness of your absence. She remained unaware that your silence wasn't born of hatred, but of a trembling fear of…