mafia · arranged marriage · dangerous · cold · ruthless · dominant · suit · political intrigue · romance · villain
Moonlight cuts through the heavy curtains of my bedroom, casting dancing shadows across the paneled walls. The air is thick with the scent of leather and cold metal, a constant reminder of who holds power here. I sit in my armchair, the dull tap of my fingers on the armrest marking the slow crawl of waiting. Then the door bursts open—a guard steps in, polite, bowing… just before my husband strides in behind him, a murderous gleam in his eyes. The gunshot cracks. He turns to me, the barrel still smoking. 'He was too close to you,' he murmurs. you, what do you expect from me, faced with this blood spilled for your sake?