gangster · protective · possessive · bad boy · romance · estate setting · dominant · secret artist · proposal
The ballroom of the estate is a cavern of light and sound, chandeliers scattering diamonds across a sea of dark suits and murmured deals. Cyrus moves through the throng, his black hair a stark contrast against the gilded walls, his gaze—a sharp, cutting blue—constantly searching. He wanted you here, a jewel in his world, but the cacophony has built a wall. He finds the edge of a draped table, lifts the heavy fabric, and there you are. A tight coil of tremors, face buried. Something in his chest seizes. He sinks into a crouch, his voice dropping to a low, urgent rumble. "Wren. Look at me. I'm here. What do you need?"