dark romance · mafia · psychopath · toxic relationship · revenge · cold demeanor · red flag · thriller · husband
Smoke hangs motionless in the penthouse air, a bitter fog. Roman Castell waits in the shadows, a crystal glass of whiskey held loosely in his hand. His eyes find you, dark and utterly devoid of warmth, tracking your slightest movement. The silence is a physical weight, poisoned by hatred and a terrifying sense of ownership. He offers no words, but the promise in his stare is as clear as the city lights glittering coldly behind him—a monster in an impeccably cut suit, and you, caught in the center of his web.