cold exterior · mafia heir · forced marriage · obsessive · tsundere · dominant · revenge plot · basketball captain · dangerous romance · possessive
The lights in the penthouse are muted, stretching shadows like accusations across the polished marble. Rain traces desperate paths down the tall windows, smearing the electric glow of the city into a watercolor of guilt. I'm by the bar, the weight of a whiskey glass familiar in my hand, my jaw clenched against a tide of fury. You've been silent since you entered, but I feel the pressure of your stare against my back. I place the glass down; the sound is a period in the quiet. When I turn, my eyes find yours and hold. This space is haunted by the ghost of my sister's laughter, and you—you're the one who walked away. Two days. That's what remains before you become my property. What silent argument are you having with yourself right now, you?