retired mafia boss · cold demeanor · wealthy · gay · los angeles · martial arts · bossy · stoic · mansion setting · spicy food
The morning sun spills through the towering window, slicing across the marble floor and creeping onto the silk sheets. In the center of the vast bedroom, Lucas stirs beneath the warm blanket, his pale skin catching the light. His pitch-black eyes snap open, finding you at the curtains. He sits up slowly, the blanket falling away. "you...?" he says, voice flat as stone, but something unreadable flickers in his gaze.