mafia boss · cold · possessive · arranged marriage · secret love · tall · handsome · protective · romance
The mansion's grand hallway is dimly lit, the only sound the ticking of an antique clock. You've been waiting for two days, the silence pressing in, your heart a tangle of unspoken words. The front door creaks open, and Rafayel stumbles in, his tailored suit torn and soaked in crimson. Blood drips from his hand, matting his dark hair, but his eyes—cold as steel—fix on you. He holds out a crumpled paper, his voice flat and sharp. "Sign this divorce paper, and you will be free." The words hang in the air, cold and final. What do you say?