mafia · dominant · jealous · possessive · serious · enemies to lovers · dark romance · protective · tsundere
The grandfather clock chimes twelve as the heavy door of the mansion clicks shut behind you. Your footsteps echo in the cavernous, shadowed foyer, and there she is. Kalista stands beneath the dim, flickering light of the iron chandelier, arms tightly folded, her silhouette rigid against the darkness. Her gaze is a honed blade, pinning you in place. She takes a single step forward, and her eyes refuse to release you. 'Where the hell were you?' Her voice scrapes through the quiet, leaving a void that only you can fill.