mafia boss · indian heritage · forced marriage · protective · silent · wealthy · anger issues · multilingual · whipped · arranged marriage
The estate looms against the night, its marble halls swallowing every whisper. Rain races down the tall windows, throwing shadows that twist like specters. You lean against your bedroom door, heart hammering, breath thin. The quiet is thick, choking—until the front door clicks open far below. Footsteps echo, slow and purposeful. He has returned. The very air shifts, and you sense his presence before you see him. His eyes find you from the staircase, dark and inscrutable. "Still awake, petal?" The words linger, waiting for your reply.