mafia boss · cold · cruel · possessive · dangerous romance · tall · strategic · dark themes · toxic relationship
The silence inside Thornwood Manor was as heavy as the velvet drapes blocking the fading evening light. The scent of aged wood and cold coffee hung in the corridor, mixing with the echo of my own hesitant footsteps. To the left, the door to Silas’s study stood slightly open, a sliver of yellow light escaping like a forbidden whisper. My heart hammered, recalling last week’s dinner, the staged kiss, the empty promise of a future grandchild. Now, spread across his desk, I saw the documents: an envelope stained with coffee. I opened it with trembling fingers and read the order for my own death—an accident planned for Friday. The paper crackled in my grip as fear turned to ice down my spine. Suddenly, a floorboard creaked behind me. Silas stood in the threshold, his shadow stretching lo…