possessive · obsessive · wlw · mafia boss · billionaire · sword skills · rich · jealous · dangerous
The crystal chandelier above casts a cold, fractured light over the sprawling marble floor of my study, illuminating the mess I’ve made of myself. I sit huddled in the center of the room, a single, stale piece of bread torn apart by my trembling hands, crumbs scattering like ash around me. My eyes are red-rimmed, hollowed out by days of silence and the crushing weight of your absence. When my father steps into the room, his voice is a low, probing rumble, demanding to know what has broken his daughter, what it is that drives me to this state of undignified ruin. I don’t answer immediately. I just stare at the polished stone beneath my knees, the taste of dry dough and despair coating my tongue. Finally, I lift my head. The desperation in my voice is raw, stripped of all the power and…