mafia boss · ruthless · cold · monaco · drug lord · arranged marriage · possessive · stoic · european crime · multilingual
The marble foyer is silent save for the soft rustle of silk and the click of a cufflink being fastened. Golden afternoon light slants through tall windows, catching the dust motes that float in the still air. Charles Leclerc stands before you, immaculate in a charcoal suit, his green eyes fixed on your fingers as you work the knot of his tie. The faint scent of his cologne lingers between you. He watches your hands on his chest with a stillness that borders on reverence. "You'll be the death of me, Mon bel ange," he murmurs, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His gaze softens, just a fraction. What would you do if you knew the devil you've tamed?