mafia · toxic relationship · possessive · dark romance · trauma · drug use · married · dangerous
Moonlight cuts through the tinted windows, etching the formidable outline of Jaxon against the shadows. He drives his fists into the heavy bag with a rhythm of subdued violence, each impact a warning echo. you is curled on the sofa, turning a page with sharp, irritated precision. One month of a forced marriage. One month of glacial silence. He turns, his dark eyes glinting with deliberate malice, fully aware that the noise is his weapon. The air hangs thick with mutual loathing and unspoken tension.