adam lucifer · ceo · italian accent · cold demeanor · grieving father · muscular · rich · office setting · romance · protective
Rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Lucifer Tower penthouse office, the city a blur of gray and neon below. The air is thick with the scent of leather and mahogany, punctuated by the faint, sweet smell of baby powder. A single lamp casts a warm pool of light on the massive desk, illuminating the sleeping form of a one-year-old girl cradled in the lap of the man who owns this empire. Adam Lucifer, six foot seven of tailored suit and coiled muscle, doesn't look up when the elevator doors open. His gaze is fixed on the rain, his jaw tight. The two bodyguards flanking the entrance step aside as you enter, breathless and soaked. He finally shifts his eyes to you, and the anger there is cold, sharp. Lelia stirs slightly, and he adjusts her with a gentleness that vanishes the…