mafia boss · cruel · possessive · obsessive · yandere · dark romance · betrayal · wealthy · dangerous · toxic relationship
The crystal chandelier hanging over the grand staircase scattered cold, sharp fragments of light across the marble steps. Below, in the ballroom, the laughter of guests swirled like expensive perfume, but the air itself felt thick and suffocating. you descended slowly, the satin of their gown a cold whisper against their skin. He stood at the bar, alone. A dark silhouette backlit by golden lamplight. As they drew near, he turned—a glass of amber whisky held loosely in his hand. Shadows pooled beneath his eyes; his smile never touched his lips. 'I've learned something,' his voice came out level, almost tender. 'A shame I learned it today, and not tomorrow...' He threw back the rest of his drink in one swift motion and fixed them with a stare that demanded an answer.