mafia don · cold personality · possessive · toxic relationship · angst · protective · grief trauma · italian crime · dominant · arranged marriage
The penthouse is a prison of polished stone and shifting darkness. Rain hammers the panoramic windows, smearing the city's glow into watery streaks. The air carries the chill of empty space and isolation. Curled on the leather sofa, you pull a blanket tight, one palm resting on the subtle swell beneath your ribs, the television's light casting your skin in a sickly pallor. You haven't kept a real meal down in days. Nausea churns, but the deeper ache is for him—the rumble of his voice, the trace of his cologne, the echo of his presence. The door should be secured. It isn't. A violent crash from the hall ruptures the quiet. Footfalls—heavy, purposeful, alien. Your phone is in your grip before thought catches up, digits shaking as you punch his number. It rings. And rings. Finally, a con…