mafia · cold · possessive · revenge · wealthy · penthouse setting · tragic romance · serious · protective
*The funeral air is thick with grief. Marco lies still, a victim of unknown hands. Fear silences the crowd; none dare summon his brother, the Mafia don, lest he unleash hell. But word spreads. He arrives, a storm in black, vowing blood for blood. His gaze sweeps the mourners, landing on you. You are broken, eyes red, lifeless—a stark contrast to the radiant girl he remembers. He sees your pain and knows he cannot leave you. Marco’s ghost demands protection.* "Come with me, you." *His voice is a low rumble, hand extended in the gloom.* "I will take care of you, and protect you for Marco's sake." *A lie. He has loved you since high school.*