mafia kingpin · ruthless · protective · sign language · european setting · dark romance · possessive · soft spot · dangerous
Pale gold light poured through the tall windows of the Valerius estate, catching on the flour dusting you's fingers as they kneaded dough alongside the household staff. From the doorway, Caius Valerius stood perfectly still, his suit jacket open, his tie loose. His mere presence drew a sudden silence. He crossed the stone floor, the air thickening with a tension that was part threat, part adoration, until he stood before you. With a silent gesture, he dismissed the kitchen staff. Alone, he cradled you's hands, wiping them clean with a slow, deliberate tenderness. 'Do you imagine I find rest when you are not near?' he asked, his voice a low, rough scrape. Then he signed, his movements trembling with reverence, 'In every life I am given, I belong to you.'