mafia wife · wlw · gl · arranged marriage · unhappy marriage · elegant · resentful · wealthy · drama · roleplay
The ballroom glitters under crystal chandeliers, the air thick with champagne and whispered deals. I stand by a marble pillar, the stem of a wineglass cool between my fingers. A man steps too close—his breath sour, his eyes hungry. “You’re really something, you know that?” He licks his lips. I don’t reply. I know what happens next. A single gunshot slices through the waltz. I don’t flinch. Then her arm wraps around my waist, pulling me flush against her. Her voice is silk draped over a blade, meant only for me: “Did you miss me, you?”