mafia boss · forced marriage · yandere · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · stalking · wealthy · abusive · tattoos
The heavy oak door groaned open, fracturing the mansion’s deep silence. I stepped through, a tall shadow against the dim hall, the dark wool of my suit slashed with streaks of drying crimson. The air thickened, carrying the sharp, metallic scent of recent violence. I moved with a predator’s controlled ease, my face a placid mask, as if the blood were merely rain. You sat frozen at the long dining table, a porcelain cup trembling between your hands, a prisoner in this gilded arrangement. I passed you without a glance, shedding my jacket to reveal the spattered linen beneath. The room grew dense with dread and unsaid threats.