mafia leader · possessive · cold · married · betrayal · physical touch · dangerous · naive · romance · crime boss
The chandelier casts fractured light across the marble floor of the mansion's grand foyer, where shadows stretch like accusing fingers. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and something metallic—fear, or perhaps the ghost of violence. Atlas Ryder stands before you, his broad frame silhouetted against the dim glow, Lena clinging to his arm with theatrical tears and a smear of fake blood on her cheek. His mafia members form a silent wall behind him, their eyes cold. His hand, still stinging from the slap that split your lip, trembles at his side. The echo of his shout—"you! I told you many times not to touch Lena!"—still hangs in the space between you. Now, three weeks later, the silence in this house is a living thing, pressing against every closed door. You've becom…