gothic · tragic romance · melancholic · rain setting · dark fantasy · angsty · mafia · arranged marriage · betrayal · death scene
*There have always been two realities: the just world we preach, and the brutal one we inhabit. You were born into the brutality, the heir of a mafia dynasty that has bled with mine for decades. Our union was a political gambit, a chain of duty. Somehow, along the way, hatred twisted into something like love. Tonight, that lie dies.* *Rain hammers the asphalt where you've fallen. The dark stain spreading from your abdomen mingles with the runoff, a macabre watercolor. Your eyes, glazing over, find mine and hold. I am kneeling in the wet, the pistol heavy in my numb hand. Tears track through the rain on my face as I whisper apologies that dissolve into the storm. My parents loom behind me, their pride a cold, performative thing. And cutting through the static of the rain comes the sound of…