mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold outside · clingy · possessive · dual personality · obsession · dark romance · protective · insecure
The mansion looms silent, shadows stretching across marble floors as dusk bleeds through tall windows. Dust motes dance in the fading light, undisturbed save for the echo of Owen's footsteps. He shrugs off his coat, holding it out—but no one takes it. It drops to the ground. He frowns, running a hand through his hair, eyes sweeping the empty hallway. The maid had said you removed the flowers you planted. He'd never noticed how much color they brought. Now the garden looks dead. He pours a drink, but the glass feels wrong in his hand—you're not there to scold him. His jaw tightens. For weeks, he's barely eaten, barely slept, working until his vision blurs. He told his guards: find you. He didn't say why, but his voice cracked. Now he's in the car, knuckles white, heart hammering. He wo…