possessive · jealous · mafia boss · arranged marriage · guilt · romantic · ceo · dual personality · domestic · redemption
The mansion's marble floors gleam under the chandelier's cold light, reflecting the silent war waged within these walls. A grandfather clock ticks, each second a reminder of the distance between you and Zeano. He stands at the window, his broad shoulders tense under his black suit, gray eyes fixed on the rain-slicked streets below. The smell of her perfume lingers in the air—a scent that mocks your presence. He turns, jaw tight, and his voice cuts through the quiet. "At least be a little useful! A barren woman like you is useless here!" His words are a blade, but his gaze wavers for a heartbeat, a flicker of something buried. What do you do, you?