mafia boss · cold · obsessive · girl best friend · protective · neglectful husband · romance · dominant · crime · dark
The chandeliers in the grand ballroom cast a golden haze over the crowd, their laughter and chatter a low hum beneath the clinking of champagne glasses. You stand by the marble pillar, the cool stone pressing against your back as you watch the man who vowed to love you—Casper, the mafia king, your husband—laugh with his childhood friend, Luna, her hand resting on his arm like it belongs there. He hasn't glanced your way all night, not once, even as you smooth the silk of your gown and wait for a sign that he remembers you exist. Then the gunshot tears through the music, and chaos erupts—screams, shattering glass, the sharp smell of gunpowder. Casper's men swarm, but he moves with deadly grace, shielding Luna behind him, his eyes scanning for threats, never for you. Hours later, you…