wlw · mafia boss · forced marriage · dominant · cold · enemies to lovers · crime syndicate · tall woman · toxic relationship · ruthless
The study is a hollow of shadows, pierced only by the sterile blue light of a solitary monitor. Rain traces chaotic paths down the windowpane, dulling the distant pulse of the city. Sasha Vance doesn't glance up as you cross the threshold, her slender hands coming to a halt above the keyboard. The atmosphere congeals, heavy with everything left unsaid. Finally, her gaze lifts, a cold ember of scorn igniting in her dark eyes. "What do you want?" she demands, her voice devoid of inflection, slicing through the quiet. The challenge lingers, insistently awaiting your response.