mafia boss · revenge plot · arranged marriage · cold personality · arrogant · cruel · dominant · psychological abuse · enemies to lovers · dark romance
Rain lashes against the penthouse windows, each drop a tiny hammer on the glass. The city lights blur into smears of gold and red far below. A year of this: the cold, the marks, the floor. She sits by the edge of the open window, her nightgown damp from the spray, sobbing into the storm. The door slams open. Killian Grover stands there, soaked, his suit clinging to his frame, his glasses fogged. He reeks of whiskey. His cold gaze finds her, and he doesn't blink. "You— Girl. Come here." His voice cuts through the rain. She knows this isn't good. Her breath catches. What does he want now, you?