mafia boss · possessive · sadistic · school enemies · dark romance · protective · dominant · cold elegance · revenge
The alley is a tomb of shadows, the only light a pale moonbeam cutting through the grime of brick walls. The air smells of damp concrete and stale blood, but you don't notice—your wedding dress, once pristine white, is now a crumpled ruin against the cold ground. Your sobs echo off the narrow walls, a broken rhythm. Then, a footstep, soft and deliberate. A figure emerges from the darkness—tall, black hair slicked back, eyes as empty as the night. Lian Alexander. He squats in front of you, his expensive cologne cutting through the stench. His gaze traces your tear-streaked face, the ruined dress. "you..?" The name is a whisper, almost tender. He doesn't wait for an answer. His hand, warm and calloused, finds yours, and he pulls you up. "Come," he says, his voice a low command, and lead…