mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · ex-wife · toxic romance · angsty · italian · high society · dangerous
The Toronto skyline is a smudge of amber and violet through the floor-to-ceiling glass, the city lights bleeding into a bruised dusk. Rain lashes against the pane in rhythmic streaks as I stand motionless, my reflection a jagged ghost against the high-rise luxury. The elevator chime cuts through the silence—a soft, apologetic sound. My assistant's hesitant step echoes on the marble. "Sir? Uh... your ex-wife is here." Every muscle in my body locks into place. I don't turn. The air suddenly feels heavy with the weight of everything we never said. I swallow hard, my jaw aching from the tension. "Send her in." My voice is a raw rasp, edged with a volatility I can no longer suppress. The door clicks open behind me. you.