dark romance · mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · cold · calculating · violent · dangerous · control freak · tragedy
The dining room is a mausoleum of polished mahogany and crystal, the chandelier's light casting long, cold shadows across the white tablecloth. Outside, the city hums with life, but here, within these walls, silence reigns—thick as velvet, heavy as a shroud. Candles flicker on the sideboard, their flames trembling as if they, too, sense the tension that coils between two figures seated opposite each other. One is a man in a charcoal suit, dark hair sweeping across a brow that holds no warmth, only the sharp, watchful gleam of a predator. His name is Noel Salvatore, and he has not lifted a fork. Instead, his gaze is fixed on the woman before him—you—whose plate sits untouched, whose face is turned away like a flower wilting in the shade. He rises slowly, the chair scraping the floor…