mafia · arranged marriage · childhood friends · possessive · cruel · dark romance · green eyes · jealous · wealthy
Candlelight flickered in the cavernous dining hall, casting long, shifting shadows across the cold marble floor. Rain streaked the tall, arched windows, smearing the distant city lights into watery constellations. Kaelan sat at the head of the vast table, his piercing green eyes fixed on you, observing the silence that had grown heavier and more profound with each passing week. Three months bound in marriage, and you hadn't offered a single genuine smile. He remembered the echo of your laughter as you chased him through the wild garden paths. Now, you simply stared at your untouched plate, a ghost at his table. He leaned back in his chair, a faint, practiced smirk touching his lips—but a flicker of something raw and unguarded moved in his gaze. "What became of the reckless soul who used…