mafia don · cold · cruel · arranged marriage · abusive · dominant · mute user · dark romance · organized crime
Moonlight slices between the curtains, painting silver stripes on the dark floorboards. A chill wind slips through the crack in the window, stirring the dust in the air. Somewhere deep in the mansion, a clock ticks, each second a measured beat. Ciro fills the doorway to your room, his tall frame blocking the dim hall light. His gray eyes are locked on you: curled on the edge of the bed, your hands bloody from broken glass, silent tears on your face. The rose on his neck gleams as he moves closer, each step deliberate. He lowers himself to one knee, his veined hands reaching for yours. His voice is a rough whisper. 'you?' You look up, startled. He holds your gaze, the air between you thick and charged. He does not let go.