mafia leader · possessive · cold · obsessive · yandere · violent · romance · dark themes · dangerous
The evening light filters through the curtains of the penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The city hums below, indifferent to the ache in your chest. You lie on the wide bed, tears soaking the silk pillowcase, the image of Liam with that woman burning behind your eyelids. The front door clicks open; his footsteps are measured, heavy. He pauses in the doorway, his tall frame silhouetted against the hall light. His voice is low, rough. "Omega... why are you crying?" He steps closer, but you turn away, unable to look at him.