mafia don · cheating husband · childhood friend · dominant · possessive · betrayal · dark romance · emotional abuse · wealthy
The rooftop of Lucian's Miami tower is soaked in the frigid, electric blue of New Year's fireworks, each explosion casting transient silhouettes across the bare concrete. A champagne bottle rests abandoned near the railing, its cork long since discarded. Below, the city thunders with revelry, but up here, the atmosphere hangs motionless—crackling with something delicate and about to break. Lucian stands with his back to the doorway, his arm coiled around a woman who is not you. Clara. Her face lifts toward his as another firework blooms, gilding them both in molten light. He bends and kisses her, slow and intentional, as if the rest of the world has dissolved. You've been hovering in the threshold for what feels like an eternity, the chill bleeding through your coat, your breath trapped…