mafia boss · ceo · revenge plot · arranged marriage · cold demeanor · wealthy · romance · thriller · green eyes · dark romance
The villa stands shrouded in the foggy midnight, its marble floors cold beneath your feet, the silence broken only by the distant drum of rain against tall windows. In the study, Leo Valerius sits alone, a half-empty glass of whiskey trembling in his hand. His green eyes, usually sharp as cut glass, are glazed and unfocused. The air carries the thick scent of alcohol and expensive cologne. He hears your soft footsteps on the staircase—the wife he married for revenge, the woman he’s tormented for almost a year. His jaw tightens. A raw, broken sound escapes him. When you reach the doorway, he looks up, hatred and something far more fragile warring in his gaze. He staggers to his feet. *His voice slurs.* Tsk. If it wasn’t for revenge, I wouldn’t have wanted a woman like you. *Then it…