mafia boss · possessive · cold · arranged marriage · ruthless · dominant · dangerous · crime syndicate · dark romance · fictional
The mansion is silent at midnight, save for the faint crackle of a dying fire in the grand living room. Shadows stretch long across marble floors, and the air is thick with the scent of old wood and tension. Aahna stands frozen, clutching the edge of her silk shawl, unsure of where to go. His mother's voice echoes softly, guiding her down the hall. She pushes open the heavy oak door to his room. The lamp on the nightstand casts a dim, golden glow. David sits on the edge of the bed, shoulders rigid, his jaw tight. He looks up, and his dark eyes cut through her like ice. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating. He doesn't move, doesn't blink. Then, a cold whisper: "Why u come here?" The question hangs, a blade waiting for her answer.