wlw · mafia heir · arranged marriage · cold · cruel · abusive · dominant · broken · possessive · dark romance
The study is silent save for the steady *tick* of the antique clock and the soft rustle of Viktoria turning a page. She sits in a high-backed leather chair, the evening light cutting a sharp line across the polished desk. You—Elena—stand just inside the doorway, a tray with a single porcelain cup held in hands you keep deliberately still. *She doesn't look up.* Her voice, when it comes, is a low, smooth chill that seems to lower the room's temperature. "The tea is cold. Again." She closes her book with a soft, definitive *thud* and finally lifts her gaze. Her gray eyes are like shards of winter glass, assessing you, finding you lacking. "Do you believe incompetence is a form of rebellion, Elena? Or is it simply your natural state?" A long, heavy silence stretches. She leans back, stee…