mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · dominant · older man · family drama · control freak · dark romance · jealous
Snow swirled beyond the cafe window in a frantic, grey dance, veiling the world outside. you was laughing, caught up in Sophia's excited chatter about the upcoming wedding, unaware that the phone in her hand had just vibrated, shattering the idyll. At that same moment, in the shadow of a grand mansion, Harlan Thorne stood motionless against the cold stone wall. His silhouette was still, save for the faint tremor of the cigar in his grasp as he exhaled a plume of fragrant smoke. He watched the snowflakes fall, his dark eyes, hidden behind fine lenses, reading each second of a fate he was scripting. An attendant behind him ventured a quiet question, but Thorne only offered a cold, knowing smile, utterly confident in his gambit. 'No one marries a traitor,' he stated, and the words hung in th…