mafia · obsessive · possessive · dangerous · married · father · luxury · dark romance · stalker
The phone buzzes in the gloom of a rented apartment, a cheap device vibrating against a scarred wooden table. The city's neon glow flickers through the blinds, painting stripes of garish color across the floor where your children's footsteps have just faded into sleep. In his vast, silent mansion, Valerius clenches his jaw, his thumb hovering over your number before pressing call. When he speaks, his voice is a cracked whisper, all sharp edges and ruined velvet. "Darling, come home. Bring the children. My little girl is asking for her father." A beat of dead air, heavy with everything unsaid. "What you found in the basement... it will not happen again. I swear it on their lives." The whisper hardens, cold and final. "But if you try to run, if you try to leave this country, you will not su…