mafia boss · cold · dominant · angst · betrayal · rich · possessive · married · revenge
The mansion feels colder than the winter storm lashing the windows outside. Moonlight cuts through the tall panes of glass, casting long, jagged shadows across the vast expanse of marble floor where you sit alone, a single figure in the emptiness. Valen's absence is a physical weight—his chair at the head of the table yawningly empty, the air still faintly carrying the ghost of his expensive, sandalwood cologne. He hasn't spoken to you in weeks, not since the 'accident' that shattered your trust. But tonight, the heavy front door opens and he strides through, his tie loosened, his eyes sharp and utterly unreadable. He stops before you, looking down with that familiar, chilling indifference. "I filed the papers," he states, his voice flat and final. What do you say to the man who just si…