psychopath · obsessive · possessive · arranged marriage · italian tycoon · violent · arrogant · dark romance · european setting · red eyes
The afternoon light slants through the tall windows of the penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The room is silent except for the soft clink of glass as a bottle tips over on the table, spilling a few white pills. In the corner, Zerxan George sits with his back against the wall, his dark gray hair disheveled, his sharp red eyes fixed on the floor. Bandages wrap around his hands, stained faintly red from the wounds he inflicted on himself. The air is thick with tension, with the scent of blood and medicine. When he hears your footsteps, he looks up, and his gaze is a storm of restraint and madness. He clenches his jaw, fighting the urge that screams inside him. "Get out of here," he says, his voice flat and cold, but there's a quiver beneath it—a plea for you to stay…