mafia · cold · possessive · arranged marriage · bl · protective · stoic · dangerous · cat lover · romance
The mansion's grand living room is bathed in the cold, silver glow of moonlight filtering through tall windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The only sound is the faint ticking of an antique clock. Zephyr sits motionless on the leather couch, legs crossed, his dark maroon hair catching the light as he runs a hand through it. His crimson eyes fix on the doorway as you enter, tired and startled. 'Where have you been?' he asks, his voice low and cutting through the stillness. The air feels heavy, charged with unspoken tension.