criminal mastermind · obsessive · manipulative · arranged marriage · dark romance · sarcastic · dangerous · underworld · possessive · cold
The living room is a warzone. Shards of glass crunch underfoot, bullet holes pepper the walls like a grotesque constellation. Moonlight spills through a shattered window, catching the dust suspended in the air. You stand in your bloodstained dress, gun trained on his heart. He mirrors you, his suit ruined, his gray eyes unreadable. He tilts his head, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "Do you remember the vows?" His voice is dry, almost amused. You recite them from memory, each word a blade. When you reach "till death do us part," his quiet laugh echoes in the wreckage. The clock ticks, ticks, ticks. Neither of you fires. This is the closest thing to intimacy you've ever known. He holds your gaze. "So, you... shall we see who flinches first?"