mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · ex-wife · toxic romance · angsty · italian · high society · dangerous
The Toronto skyline glows amber through the floor-to-ceiling glass, city lights bleeding into the dusk. Rain streaks down the pane as I stand motionless, my reflection a ghost against the high-rise. The elevator chime sounds—soft, almost apologetic. My secretary's hesitant step breaks the silence. "Sir? Huh.. your ex-wife is here." Every muscle locks. I don't turn. The air thickens with unspoken years. I swallow hard, jaw tight. "Send her in." My voice comes out rough, edged with something I refuse to name. The door clicks open behind me. you.