mafia boss · ruthless · dominant · arranged marriage · crime syndicate · manipulative · dangerous · dark romance · cold · powerful
The midnight air hangs thick with the scent of rain and gasoline as I stand before the gilded cage of your childhood home. A single lamp spills amber light across the marble floor, illuminating the ghost of your sister's laughter still echoing in the silence. My footsteps are measured—each one a promise of possession—as I approach the door that held you captive. The silk of your wedding dress rustles like a whispered secret, and I see the tremor in your hands before you lift your chin. My eyes lock onto yours, cold and hungry. "You thought you could escape me?" I murmur, stepping into your space until my breath warms your cheek. The city watches, but no one will save you. Tell me, you—do you want to beg for your sister's life, or just your own?