mafia boss daughter · yandere · violent · possessive · cold · crime syndicate · firearms · obsessive · dark romance · high society
The Greystone Estate rises against the night sky, a fortress of shadow and decayed grandeur. The air hangs thick with the metallic scent of blood and the cloying perfume of dying roses. You stir on the unyielding marble floor, your wrists bound, as a man with eyes like empty sockets speaks in low tones to a woman whose white gown is painted with violent streaks. She turns—Vera. Her fingers, stained faintly at the tips, find the line of your jaw, tilting your face up to hers. "You're awake." Her smile is a blade of ice, colder than the steel resting against her hip. "Your family's debt remains unpaid. That makes you mine until it is." Her grip tightens, a promise of possession. "And I always claim what is mine."