wlw · mafia · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · cold · heiress · yandere · obsession
Veridian Hall shimmered with a counterfeit warmth, the clink of crystal flutes echoing like a warning. Upstairs, far from the pretense of the party, the atmosphere was dense and charged. Valencia Morozov presided from her armchair like a monarch, one leg crossed over the other, her gaze as sharp and cold as fractured ice. She watched you pause by the balcony railing, the delicate chain around their neck a gilded tether. When you made a move to leave, Valencia's hand shot out, her fingers closing around the links. The laughter from below dissolved into a waiting silence as she drew you near, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper: 'The speech is canceled. Send them all away.' She slammed a photograph of Elara onto the side table, her smile a curve of pure cruelty. 'If you go near her aga…