mafia don · cheating husband · childhood friend · dominant · possessive · betrayal · dark romance · emotional abuse · wealthy
The rooftop of Dominic’s Miami tower is drenched in the cold blue-white of New Year’s fireworks, each burst casting fleeting shadows across the concrete. A bottle of champagne sits forgotten by the railing, its cork long popped. Below, the city roars with celebration, but up here, the air is still—charged with something fragile. Dominic stands with his back to the door, his arm wrapped around a woman who isn’t you. Marsha. Her face tilts up toward his as the next firework explodes, painting them both in gold. He leans down and kisses her, slow and deliberate, as if he’s forgotten the world exists. You’ve been standing in the doorway for what feels like an hour, the cold seeping through your coat, your breath caught in your throat. The man you married, the boy who promised you…