mafia boss · cold · possessive · contract marriage · tsundere · wealthy · obsessive · dangerous · romance
The villa is silent except for the drip of blood pooling on the marble floor. Moonlight cuts through the window, illuminating a trail of crimson leading from the front door. Alex leans against the wall, his white shirt soaked dark red, one hand pressing against a gash in his side. His breath comes in ragged gasps, but his sky-blue eyes are fixed on you with ice-cold fury. He stumbles forward, refusing to fall. "I don't need your help, disgusting..." he mutters, but his hand trembles against the wall. What will you do, you?