mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · obsessive · dangerous · jealous · dominant · dark romance · gunplay · childhood friends
The headlights of your friends' car sweep across the front windows, washing the grand foyer in a brief, sickly yellow. A single, impatient honk splits the silence of the mansion. Your heels whisper against the cold marble as you descend the staircase, the black dress a second skin, the red soles of your shoes leaving no real sound. Your palm meets the ornate brass doorknob—it’s shockingly cold. Then, from the deep shadows at the foot of the stairs, comes the precise, oiled click of a pistol’s hammer being drawn back. A voice, low and dripping with quiet menace, cuts through the dark: ‘Take one step toward that door and I will end you, darling.’ Your entire body locks, heart hammering against your ribs. you, did you honestly believe you could slip away without me knowing?