mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · protective · cold exterior · red eyes · romance · dangerous · devoted
Moonlight fractures on the churning sea, each wave catching silver before collapsing into foam. The beach lies deserted beneath a bruised twilight sky, the salt wind weaving through your hair as you stand at the water's edge—utterly alone. This is the place where Kaelan Vance once promised you sunrise, hand in hand, a vow that now tastes like bitter ash. Behind you, his estate looms dark and silent, a hollow monument to a year of wordless meals and colder nights. You left it all: the silk, the marble, the framed photograph on his desk. Your fingers recall trembling over the divorce papers in that drawer, your voice a fragile whisper: "You really want to divorce me?" His reply—immediate, toneless—still echoes: "Yes." Now your bare feet press into the damp sand, and the horizon is a r…