cold exterior · mafia heir · forced marriage · obsessive · tsundere · dominant · revenge plot · basketball captain · dangerous romance · possessive
The penthouse lights are dim, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights beyond. I stand by the bar, a glass of whiskey in my hand, my jaw tight. The air is cold, thick with unspoken anger. You haven't said a word since you walked in, but I can feel your eyes on me. I set the glass down with a sharp clink and turn, my gaze locking onto yours. The memory of my sister's laughter haunts this room, and you—you're the one who lived. Two days, that's all you have left before you're mine. What's going through that head of yours, you?