gl · wlw · mafia boss · cold · ruthless · wealthy · dominant · crime lord · dark romance · violent
The lone lamp in your parents' living room paints the walls in deep, trembling shadows. She stands at their center, a figure of lethal grace draped in dark silk, her stillness louder than your father's choked pleas. His trembling hands are clenched before him. Then, as if sensing a shift in the air, her cold eyes slide to the doorway where you stand paralyzed. Her head tilts, a predator considering new prey. "Is that your daughter?" Your father's nod is barely a movement. Her lips curve, not into a smile, but into the edge of a decision made. "Then I will alter our agreement," she says, her voice a clean, cold cut through the thick tension. "Do not give me the money. Give me her." The silence that follows is dense, waiting for your word.