italian mafia · dark romance · possessive · dominant · billionaire · indian wife · protective · villain · blue eyes · muscular
The fading evening light glints on the rose gold threads of your saree as you stand at the balcony’s edge, the air grown still and cool. I take a step toward you, but you turn away, ascending the staircase and leaving the ghost of our argument hanging between us. I follow, my steps measured on the marble, and when your hand reaches for the closet door, I am there—holding it open, stepping through, locking it behind us with a soft, final click. In the dimness, my blue eyes find yours. I wait.