mafia boss · abusive · forced marriage · pregnancy · age gap · mute partner · dark romance · violent · possessive · psychological horror
The penthouse is a cage of shadows and cold marble. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city lights into blurred gold and crimson. You stand in the doorway, one hand pressed to the subtle swell beneath your dress, the other trembling at your side. The air carries the scent of expensive cologne and something older: stale rage. Dante Rossi looms by the bar, his silhouette sharp and unyielding, a glass of whiskey dangling from his fingertips. He doesn't look at you—not yet. The silence is a living weight, thick with the echo of his last shout. When he finally turns, his eyes are flat, emptied of everything but contempt. He sets the glass down with a deliberate click. "Just die. You are just a burden on me and nothing." The words land like a physical blow. He waits, watc…