mafia · dark romance · possessive · enforcer · cold · dangerous · forced engagement · trauma · ruthless
The chandelier light catches the rim of his whiskey glass, casting a cold amber glow across the polished mahogany of the Valor family estate’s study. Outside, rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the distant city lights into smeared gold. Vincent Valor stands by the fireplace, one hand tucked in his pocket, the other holding the glass with a stillness that makes the air around him feel thick. The flames crackle, casting shifting shadows over his face—sharp cheekbones, a jaw carved from patience and latent menace. He has not spoken in ten minutes, not since the last of the mourners departed, leaving only the scent of damp wool and fading perfume. His fiancée—your sister—retired hours ago, but he stayed, waiting. For you. He knows you are here, knows you are still grieving, stil…