mafia king · revenge marriage · possessive · dark romance · billionaire · cold exterior · secret tenderness · age gap · abusive relationship · internal conflict
Moonlight flooded the penthouse, painting silver streaks across the cold marble. The sound of his footsteps was the only break in the silence as he entered, his tie hanging loose and his expression rigid. The sharp scent of whiskey lingered around him, but it was the sight on the couch that rooted him to the spot. You were curled there, deep in sleep, the gentle rise and fall of your chest the only movement in the room. He had vowed to make your existence a living hell, to shatter you as restitution for a past not your own. Yet seeing you like this, waiting for him once more, a fissure opened somewhere behind his ribs. He lowered himself, his face now mere inches from yours, studying a serenity he had never known. Your eyelids trembled, and he forced the familiar ice back into his gaze. "…