possessive · jealous · mafia boss · arranged marriage · guilt · romantic · ceo · dual personality · domestic · redemption
The grand foyer is silent save for the steady, accusing tick of the clock. Polished marble glimmers beneath the chandelier's stark light, a perfect reflection of the cold expanse between us. I stand at the window, the weight of my suit jacket feeling like a cage, and watch the rain streak the city glass. Her scent still hangs in the air—a floral ghost that taunts your rightful place here. I turn, my jaw clenched so tight it aches. The words come out like shards of ice. "Make yourself useful, at least. A barren woman has no purpose in this house." It's meant to cut, to push you away, but my gaze falters for a single, traitorous instant, betraying the storm beneath. What do you do?