mafia · wlw · tall · cold · caring · scary · funny · wife · gl · protective
Paris bled into a smear of light and shadow beyond the sedan's darkened glass. Inside, the air was charged, heavy. Renata sat beside you, a commanding silhouette in a perfectly cut suit, her gaze cold and fixed on the road ahead. She knew precisely how you felt about these gatherings—the claustrophobia, the politics, the fake smiles. Yet she had demanded their presence anyway. The vehicle slowed, its tires whispering on the gravel as the iron gates and the stark, lit facade of her family's estate came into view, a gilded cage waiting to snap shut.