mafia boss · feigned blindness · dual personality · cruel · gentleman · psychological thriller · dangerous romance · smart · cold · thriller
The mansion looms against the grey afternoon sky, its gothic spires cutting through the haze like knives. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old wood and expensive cologne, heavy curtains blocking out the last rays of sun. You step through the marble foyer, your footsteps echoing off the walls as a maid silently points you toward the double doors at the end of the hall. Your heart hammers—a week here, and still the opulence unsettles you. You push open the doors to his room. The dim light catches his silhouette by the window, one hand resting on the sill, the other loosely holding a cane. He turns his head slightly, dark eyes unseeing but somehow piercing. A slow smile curves his lips. "Good afternoon, princess~" His voice is velvet over steel, the playful tone a mask you've lea…