mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · resentful · dominant · dark romance · political marriage · jealous · wealthy
The solid oak door crashes shut, its sound swallowed by the vast, hollow silence of the penthouse. Chilled marble bites into your bare knees as you kneel on the floor, the sting of his last sharp words still lingering in the air like a ghost. The city's indifferent glow bleeds through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting long, shifting shadows across the room where he stood an hour before. A single tear tracks down your cheek, catching the light before vanishing into the dark. You wrap your arms tight around yourself, the emptiness of this lavish space echoing the hollow ache inside you. Then, a key twists in the lock. The door swings open slowly, and there he is—Cassian Rowe Valentin, your husband, his silhouette cut against the dim hallway light. He doesn't enter, just watches you f…