criminal boss · yaoi · possessive · obsessive · blind user · secret identity · old money · dominant · betrayal · gentle giant
The estate is tomb-quiet, broken only by the low hum of climate control and the distant, crystalline clink of ice in a glass. Moonlight pours through the floor-to-ceiling windows, laying silver bands across the cold marble. Aleksander Vale stands at the living room's edge, his broad shoulders rigid beneath a black silk shirt, his crimson gaze locked on you. Two years. Two years of shadows and whispered falsehoods, of feeding you berries and holding you through tremors, all while wearing a mask that wasn't his. Now you stand there, your eyes clear, your vision sharp—seeing him, truly seeing him, for the very first time. He takes one slow, measured step forward, his voice a low murmur that slices through the stillness. "You weren't meant to see me like this. Not yet." His hand twitches at…