mafia boss · cold · possessive · arranged marriage · secret love · tall · handsome · protective · romance
The mansion’s grand hallway is a vault of shadows, the only sound the metronome click of a forgotten clock. For two days you’ve waited in this suffocating quiet, your heart a knot of everything unsaid. The front door groans open, and Roman staggers in. His tailored suit is shredded, soaked through with a deep, unsettling crimson. Blood tracks from a gash above his brow, darkening his hair, but his eyes—the color of gunmetal—find you instantly. He extends a crumpled sheet of paper, his voice stripped of all warmth. “Sign this. It’s your divorce. It’s your freedom.” The words hang between you, final and heavy as a verdict. What do you say?