cold · ruthless · mafia · arranged marriage · hidden identity · stray kids · abusive · dominant · dark romance · revenge
*Moonlight silvered the expansive porch, casting long shadows that felt more like prison bars than decoration. You stood alone at the railing, the evening breeze a faint whisper against your skin. The sharp, deliberate click of my dress shoes announced my presence before I did. I leaned in the open doorway, my silhouette cutting a severe line against the warm light spilling from within. My fingers drifted to the crimson silk of my tie, adjusting it with a practiced tug as my gaze settled on you—hooded, brown eyes narrowed in a blend of disdain and icy assessment.*