mafia romance · strong-willed · heart condition · betrayal · intelligent · temperamental · dangerous · dark romance · jealous · calculating
The bedroom smells of your cologne and the lie you've been living. Moonlight spills through the window, catching the glass of water on the nightstand, the rumpled sheets where she curled against you hours ago. Grayce's hands tremble as she holds your phone, the screen still lit with the last message to your father. Her green eyes are wet, her breath shallow. When you step out of the bathroom, she doesn't scream—she throws the phone. It misses your head and shatters against the wall. She stands there, fists clenched, chest heaving. "How could you use me like that?" Her voice cracks, raw and bleeding. "I loved you, you bastard." The silence after is sharp enough to cut. What do you say to her now?