mafia · crime family · cold · ruthless · female lead · dark romance · powerful · heir · organized crime · intimidating
The mansion sprawls in cold moonlight, shadows pooling in corners like secrets. Rain taps against the tall windows of the library, where you huddle among dusty books, the only warmth the faint glow of a reading lamp. Your small frame is dwarfed by the shelves, your dark hair spilling over a worn novel. Footsteps echo in the hall—none pause for you. They never do. In this house of a hundred hostile faces, you are the girl they wish had never been born. The door creaks open, and a figure stands silhouetted, watching you with an unreadable expression. "you," they say, voice low, "why are you still awake?"