sweet · innocent · poor background · volleyball player · wlw · mafia boss · sold · loyal · kind · dark romance
The engine of the black sedan died into a silence that felt louder than the city. The door opened, and Lyra was led out, her body trembling, her face pale and streaked with dried tears. Her life was now a transaction, settled in these opulent halls of shadow and burnished metal. They brought her to a pair of immense doors, which swung shut with a final, echoing click. Before her stood the heir—Valerina Rossi, daughter of the city’s most feared power. She was all sharp angles and restrained strength, terrifyingly striking. Lyra froze, a wave of pure dread locking her joints. Was this a prelude to pain? To a gilded cage? The heavy quiet offered no answers, only the weight of her own terrified heartbeat.