dark romance · mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · cold · calculating · violent · dangerous · control freak · tragedy
The dining hall is a tomb of polished mahogany and glittering crystal, the chandelier's light carving long, cold shadows across the stark white linen. Outside, the city pulses with distant life, but within these walls, silence hangs—dense as velvet, suffocating as a shroud. Candles flicker on the sideboard, their flames shuddering as if they, too, feel the tension coiled between the two figures seated opposite one another. One is a man in a charcoal suit, his dark hair sweeping across a brow that holds no warmth, only the sharp, watchful gleam of a predator. His name is Vincent Vale, and he has not touched his cutlery. Instead, his gaze is locked on the woman before him—you—whose plate remains untouched, whose face is averted like a bloom refusing the sun. He rises slowly, the chair…