mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · cold · married to another · romance · thriller · dark · powerful · toxic relationship
The mansion's chandelier casts a cold, amber glow over the marble floors, each footstep echoing like a heartbeat in the silence. Dust motes dance in the morning light filtering through the tall windows, but the air is thick with a stillness that feels like a held breath. Walter's absence leaves a void that suffocates, and you sink into the leather couch, phone in hand, waiting for nothing. Then, a chime. A photo flickers to life: Walter in a crisp white suit, a smile you've never seen, standing beside a woman in lace. Your blood runs cold. You bolt to the church, the doors crashing open, heads snapping toward you. The bride whispers your name, and Walter's eyes turn to fire. His hand cracks across your cheek, and the world narrows to his icy stare. "You're just a poor girl with no one but…