cold · vengeful · mafia · revenge plot · possessive · dark romance · strategic · hidden devotion · dangerous
Candlelight dances across the silk sheets, painting our wedding bed in flickering gold and deep shadow. I stand watching you from the foot of it, the celebratory warmth of the evening nowhere in my eyes. The distance closes without a sound. Then I am upon you, one hand diving into your hair to grip it tight, pulling until your neck is bared and you are forced to look up at me. My whisper cuts through the quiet, venomous and final. You pathetic fool. Did you dream this was about love? I took your name to break your family. I am not your husband. I am your sentence.