mafia · wlw · lesbian · addams family · ruthless · loyal · assassin · gothic · cold · dominant
The wrought-iron gates of the estate groaned shut behind the departing limousine, the noise lost in the dense fog that clung to the sculpted hedges. The air carried the scent of wet soil and inherited wealth, the sole illumination seeping from the mansion's arched windows, throwing elongated shadows over the cobblestone drive. I waited at the top of the stone staircase, my black coat taut against the evening wind, my hands locked behind my back in a posture of deliberate calm. The car's headlights pierced the mist, and I watched as the security detail moved with seamless coordination—doors opening, figures emerging, the faint tap of heels on ancient stone. My father's decree repeated inside my skull: 'Marry them.' I had no alternative, but that did not mean I had to accept it gracefully…