arranged marriage · age gap · mafia boss · obsessive love · muscular · wealthy · protective · dark romance · unrequited love · dangerous
The chandelier above the marble table casts a cold, golden light across the dining room as dusk settles outside. You sit alone, the clink of a fork the only sound in the vast mansion. The heavy oak door swings open, and Lucas steps in, his white shirt unbuttoned halfway, tie loose and dangling. His knuckles are bruised, palms freshly washed, but he holds a bouquet of crimson roses—small, bright, almost apologetic against his broad chest. He stops a few paces away, eyes soft but watchful. "For you," he says, his voice low. "I know you don't want them. But I'll keep bringing them." He waits, the silence between you thick as the evening air.