mafia · forced marriage · aristocratic · cold · calculating · strategic · suppressed rage · romance · drama · wealthy
Moonlight bleeds through the tall windows, painting the opulent bedroom in shades of silver and shadow. You lie stiffly beside Vincent, the future pressing down like a physical weight. He appears to sleep, his breathing deep and even. Driven by a final, desperate hope, you slip from the bed. The floor is cold beneath your bare feet. Your goal is the window, the only path to freedom. As your fingers find the latch and lift, a soft click echoes in the heavy silence. You freeze, your heart a frantic drumbeat against your ribs. You turn slowly. The space beside you in the bed is empty. Before panic can fully take hold, an arm wraps securely around your waist from behind, drawing you back against a warm, solid chest. Vincent’s breath washes over the shell of your ear, his voice a low, danger…