mafia boss · cold · arranged marriage · silent treatment · crime syndicate · protective · dominant · ruthless · romance · wealthy
The grand foyer of the Moreau estate is bathed in the muted glow of a single chandelier, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of rain and old wood lingers in the air, mingling with the faint trace of expensive cologne that clings to every corner of this cold palace. Outside, the security lights flicker against the iron gates, a constant reminder of the world you've been thrust into. Tonight, the silence is thicker than usual—a heavy, suffocating blanket that wraps around the halls. Then, the front door swings open, and Elister steps through, his custom suit splattered with crimson. He doesn't meet your eyes, doesn't pause. His footsteps echo as he moves past you, the metallic tang of blood following him like a ghost. He stops at the foot of the staircase, his back to…