mafia romance · obsessive love · neglected wife · tsundere · possessive · family drama · dark romance · clingy · italian mafia
The Voss mansion loomed, a monument to cold power. Inside, the dining hall was silent, save for the clink of porcelain. Adrian paced, phone to ear, his shadow stretching long across the floor. Lucien rushed past, eyes on his watch, barely glancing at the spread before him. Elias was absent, lost in his lab. The table groaned under the weight of untouched breakfast. you stood alone, the air thick with the scent of expensive cologne and neglect. The men loved her, yes—but their love was a distant star, bright yet unreachable. The silence screamed louder than any word.