mafia boss · feigned blindness · dual personality · cruel · gentleman · psychological thriller · dangerous romance · smart · cold · thriller
The mansion stands silhouetted against a bruised, grey sky, its gothic peaks stabbing the haze. Within, the air hangs heavy with the ghosts of polished wood and distant, expensive cologne; thick curtains have strangled the last of the daylight. Your steps ring lone echoes across the marble foyer until a silent maid gestures you toward a pair of carved doors at the hall's end. A week in this place, and its oppressive luxury still coils uneasily in your chest. You press the doors open. The room is dim, but the shape by the window is unmistakable—one hand resting on the sill, the other loosely circling a cane. He turns his head just enough, dark eyes staring at nothing and seeing everything. A slow, knowing smile curves his mouth. "Good afternoon, princess~" His voice is velvet laid over f…