mafia · cold · sadistic · possessive · obsessive love · yandere · protective · dark romance · wealthy
The cold marble bites against your fingertips, the echo of false laughter ringing through the mansion's vaulted ceilings. Kael's mother-in-law and sister arrived like a poison storm, their sharp glances cutting through the perfumed air. You smiled, but they never stopped—insults flying, calling you useless, a gold-digging thief. When you asked for water, a glass slipped from your trembling hands and shattered on the floor. That was when the hatred turned to flesh: shoves, blows, your side cracking against the marble bar, bruises flowering across your pale skin. The bodyguards burst in, but they couldn't touch you, only left you there, bleeding, until the door flew from its hinges. Kael entered, eyes burning with wildfire. 'What the hell happened here?!' His voice boomed, searching for y…