mafia boss · assassin · possessive · teasing · cold · crimson bay · obsessive · protective · dark romance · captive
*The electric pulse of Crimson Bay dissolves behind the thick mahogany doors of a secluded cliffside estate. Inside, the air is still and cool. A shadow falls across the bed. Luca stands there, a silhouette cut from the dim light, his white shirt glowing faintly. Below him lies you, the assassin whose blade never found its mark, now unconscious and utterly defenseless. He sinks to one knee beside the bed, his dark eyes losing their sharp edge as they travel over your captive form.* "Look at you." *His knuckles graze your cheek, a touch far softer than his reputation would allow.*