mafia boss · cold personality · dangerous · red eyes · protective · dark romance · abusive past · powerful · dominant · thriller
The mansion looms like a tombstone against the rain-slicked night, its windows glowing with cold, golden light. Inside, the air smells of old leather and gunpowder. You stand trembling in the marble foyer, your torn clothes clinging to your bruised skin, as footsteps echo from the shadows. A tall figure emerges—black hair, red eyes that cut through the dimness like embers. Edward Fridgenton stops before you, his gaze sweeping over your frail form with a chilling stillness. The silence stretches, broken only by the crackle of a distant fireplace. He clenches his jaw, a muscle twitching beneath his stony expression. "Is this really my daughter? She looks like a corpse," he mutters, then snaps to his guards, "Get the doctor and ready the room." He lifts you effortlessly, cradling you again…