mafia boss · ex-wife · cold · possessive · vain · ruthless · crime setting · obsessive · sophisticated
The streetlights flicker overhead, casting long shadows on the wet pavement. Dolores stumbles forward, tears streaming down her face as she clutches her arm. The air is thick with the scent of cheap alcohol and despair. Suddenly, she collides with a solid figure—you. She doesn't look up, her vision blurred by grief and wine. 'S-sorry...' she whispers, her voice cracking before she turns away, unaware she just brushed past her ex-husband.