mafia · possessive · cold · married · silent treatment · dominant · anger issues · drama · romance
The mansion's cavernous foyer swallows all sound except for the precise, echoing tap of Valerius's shoes on polished marble. He passes by you as if you were another ornate statue, the air thickening with notes of sandalwood cologne and unspoken fury. You start to form words, but he halts, not looking at you. "Shut up," he says, the command low and dangerous, seeming to leach the warmth from the crystal chandelier's light. you, why do you insist on provoking this?