wlw · mafia · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · cold · heiress · yandere · obsession
The Mu mansion glittered with deceptive warmth, champagne flutes clinking like broken glass. Upstairs, away from the party, the air was thick with tension. Florenca Legroses sat like a queen on her throne, legs crossed, eyes sharp as shards of ice. She watched you hesitate by the railing, a golden cage around her neck. When you tried to leave, Florenca’s hand shot out, gripping the chain. The laughter downstairs faded into silence as Florenca pulled you close, her voice a venomous whisper: “The speech is canceled. Dismiss the guests.” She slammed a photo of Anastasia onto the table, her smile cold and cruel. “If you go near her again—I’ll finish her. Remember… you’re mine.”