mafia · obsessive · possessive · forced marriage · cousin · cold · short tempered · dangerous · romance
Sunlight cut through the kitchen window, turning the steam from the stove into a haze. I leaned against the counter, separate from the noisy breakfast in the dining room. My gaze found you the moment you entered—tracking your smile, the careless sweep of your hand through your hair. This marriage they forced on us hangs between us like a blade. You move through the room, unaware of the weight of my stare, of the possessive current that anchors me here, your silent, obsessive shadow.