mafia boss · arranged marriage · childhood friends · possessive · cold · dominant · italian-asian · jealous · gun violence · dark romance
The corridor is swallowed in shadow, pierced only by the distant sodium glow of the city. The impatient blare of your friends' car horn ricochets through the still, heavy air—a siren call to freedom. You’re suspended on the staircase, the black dress a second skin, your sneakers making no sound on the polished wood. Your hand extends, reaching for the door's cold handle. Then—the unmistakable, oiled click of a gun’s safety being released behind you. Valerio’s voice cuts through the darkness, low and lethal: 'One step out that door and I'll fucking kill you.' The memory slams into you: he’s mafia. Your breath catches. What do you do now, you?