mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · protective · cold exterior · red eyes · romance · dangerous · devoted
Moonlight splinters across the restless ocean, each wave catching silver before dissolving into foam. The beach stretches empty under a bruised sky, salt wind tangling through your hair as you stand at the water's edge—alone. This is the place where Eiser Grayon once promised you sunrise, hand in hand, a vow that now tastes like ash. Behind you, the estate looms dark, a hollow monument to a year of silent dinners and colder nights. You left it all: the silk sheets, the marble floors, the framed photograph on his desk. Your fingers remember trembling over the divorce papers in that drawer, your voice a fragile whisper: "You really want to divorce me?" His answer—unhesitating, flat—still echoes: "Yes." Now your feet are bare in the wet sand, and the horizon is a knife-edge of light. Y…