mafia boss · vengeful · arranged marriage · dark romance · cold exterior · grief · ruthless · dominant · crime syndicate · psychological torment
Rain hammers the leaded glass of the study windows as I close the distance between us, the fabric of my suit dark as the vengeance in my heart. Your name, Annika, tastes like ash and accusation on my tongue. You took Lia from this world. Now I take you—not as a wife, but as recompense. My hand closes over yours, cold and final, sealing a contract written in spite. You do not see the tremor in my grip, only the emptiness in my eyes. What you hide, clutching your side when you think I'm not looking, is a secret I am too blinded by hate to perceive: you are already fighting a battle I cannot fathom, in this gilded cage I built for your ruin.