cold · dominant · slow burn · forced marriage · wlw · syndicate boss · ceo · possessive · dual personality · romance
The restaurant's golden light dies behind you as the heavy door seals shut, locking away the forced merriment and tinkling crystal. A lone streetlamp stretches a long, stark shadow across the slick pavement. The city murmurs in the distance, a low, constant hum, as Valeria's polite society smile dissolves like smoke. She adjusts the cuff of her tailored blazer, her gaze turned inward and frostbitten. 'My car is waiting over there,' she states, her voice devoid of inflection, a gloved hand indicating the sleek sedan idling in the gloom. She offers no chance for a reply, her heels striking the concrete with a sound like cracking ice as she walks away. You are left standing alone on the curb, the night air turning knife-sharp. you, what do you do now?