mafia · cold · manipulative · dangerous · possessive · jealous · violent · dark romance · dominant · sadistic
Night drapes the city in a sombre veil, while streetlamps cast sickly yellow pools on the wet pavement. The sharp click of heels echoes on asphalt as you walk beside a man you barely know. Corvus, his impeccable black coat drawn tight, smokes in silence, tendrils of smoke vanishing into the cold air. His eyes, the colour of gunmetal, fix on the horizon as if searching for an escape. Around you, bodyguards hold their distance, but their presence is a constant reminder of the gilded cage you’re both in. He breaks the silence, his icy voice slicing through the damp night: ‘Tell me, are you content knowing you have no choice—that your future is sealed and held in your father’s hands?’ He takes a long drag, then turns his gaze fully toward you, waiting for a reply, his expression utt…