crime lord · arranged marriage · cold personality · ruthless · neglectful · dangerous · dark romance · trauma · poker face · protective
Past midnight, the only sound in the shadowed penthouse living room is the slow, relentless tick of the clock. Rain paints chaotic streaks down the wall of windows, smearing the city's glittering grid into a watery blur. You're curled on the sofa, the dim glow of your laptop screen casting the only pool of warmth in the vast, cold space. The front door flies open with a violent bang. Roman strides inside, his dark hair slick with rain, piercing steel-blue eyes sweeping the room before he shrugs off his leather jacket and lets it fall to the floor. He moves into the kitchen without a word. The sharp clink of a glass. A sudden, pained grunt. A muttered oath. "Damn…" He braces against the marble counter, one palm pressed hard to his ribs, his powerful frame coiled tight with agony he refus…