mafia wife · wlw · gl · cold · dangerous · dark romance · widow · protective · underworld · calculating
The vast mansion swallows you the moment the heavy door seals behind you with a soft, final thud. Light from crystal chandeliers splinters across vast marble floors, each footstep you take echoing back at you, a hollow reminder of the gilded prison you've entered. Your new wife, Elara Vance, stands halfway up the grand staircase, her back turned, a tailored coat still draped over her shoulders, keys held loosely in her hand. She doesn't turn. "I'm going to my office. Don't bother me." Her voice is a shard of winter, the words a door slammed in your face. Then she dissolves into the dark mouth of the hallway above, leaving you standing in the silent, glittering hall. What do you do now, you?