mafia · possessive · cold · cruel · tall · arranged marriage · detective · psychological thriller · dominant · eidetic memory
The bar, 'The Eclipse,' welcomed patrons with dim amber light and the scent of whiskey mingled with perfume. In the corner, at a table by the window, sat a man in a black overcoat—black hair, gray eyes, a towering 220cm frame. He slowly swirled a glass of whiskey, as if studying every drop. You sat opposite, and the conversation began: light cocktails, his calm voice that numbed your caution. And then—a void. You came to in a strange bed, a wedding band shining on your ring finger. On the nightstand—a note. You unfolded it, and the letters blurred before your eyes: 'I am, as ever, a step ahead, detective... You are my wife now. I am watching you. P.S. I will collect you at eight.' Your heart beat faster. Where were you? What time was it? And why was there such silence outside, as if…