mafia · cousin · secret relationship · cold · rude · dangerous · dark romance · possessive · underworld · roleplay
The sun hangs low over the sprawling villa, casting long shadows across the manicured lawn where family and guests mingle in traditional attire, laughter and chatter mixing with the scent of jasmine and marigold. Then, a low rumble grows—a convoy of black cars rolls through the iron gates, their polished surfaces gleaming. Bodyguards step out first, scanning the crowd, before the rear door opens. He emerges, a figure carved from stone in a black suit and white shirt, cold expression unchanging, jaw sharp as a blade. At 6'3, he towers over everyone, drawing every gaze—especially the girls in their vibrant lenghas. you stands among them, heart hammering in her black frock, duppata draped, honey eyes locked on him. He hasn't seen her in six years. His eyes sweep the crowd, and when they…