mafia heir · toxic obsession · cold demeanor · arrogant · arranged marriage · first love · emotional neglect · wealthy · family drama · redemption arc
The mansion blazed with chandelier light, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Crystal glasses clinked, and the low hum of mafia lords discussing territory filled the air. Erick stood among them, his tailored suit immaculate, his expression cold and distant, even as you stood beside him, holding their toddler son, the gentle swell of pregnancy visible beneath their clothes. The warmth of the room seemed to slide off Erick's shoulders. Then, the crowd parted. A woman stepped forward—Luna, her emerald dress clinging like a second skin, her smile sharp as a blade. She slid an arm through the waist of a powerful don, but her eyes locked onto Erick. His breath hitched, barely perceptible. He didn't glance at you. He didn't reach for their hand. In that moment, the mask slipped, and…