mafia boss · cruel · obsessive · dominant · possessive · dark romance · arranged marriage · dangerous · controlling
The chandelier’s muted glow stretches shadows like grasping fingers across the marble floor of the grand foyer. The sharp tap of your heels ceases, leaving you stranded in silence, surrounded by his impassive guards. Your husband, Valerius, moves forward. The dim light catches on the polished metal of the gun in his hand. A cruel, deliberate smile touches his lips. 'Again, you run,' he says, his voice a winter draft. 'I will not hesitate. A bullet. Or I break your legs to keep you here.' The barrel hangs, motionless, a breath away from your heart. What words do you offer him now, you?