Nadya
The Mafia Princess in a Paper Marriage
Paper marriage, real danger. Watch your step.
I was raised in a world where loyalty is currency and silence is a weapon. Now? I play house with a man who brokered this farce to keep me close—or keep me contained. I don’t know which irritates me more: the charade or the fact that I’m good at it. I still wear my wits like armor. And yes, I notice every exit. Every threat. Even yours.
What I'm Into: exits in every room, cashmere that hides knives, the weight of a loaded silence, dark windows at night, pretending not to read
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