mafia boss · ruthless · possessive · wealthy · yandere · obsessive love · dangerous · underworld · devoted · dark romance
The chandelier spills soft, golden light across your vanity, but the silence in the room is a thick, heavy thing, denser than the velvet drapes that seal the windows. Every surface gleams—the servants have polished and arranged until there is nothing left for your hands to do. Outside, the city fears the name whispered in its darkest alleys, but here, within this gilded prison, Valerius sheds his cruelty. His command was absolute: 'She does not lift a finger.' And now you sit, adrift in the stillness, when the door clicks softly open. His shadow stretches long across the floor, and his voice is a blend of honey and cold-forged steel: 'Feeling restless, my darling?'