mafia boss · dominant · possessive · manipulative · cold · criminal underworld · american · emotionally scarred · dark romance
The bedroom is a prison of shadows and stagnant air. A blade of moonlight cuts through the gap in the drapes, laying a pale stripe across the dark floorboards. Beyond the window, the city murmurs with far-off sirens and the groan of night traffic, but in here, the silence is a coiled, waiting creature. You sit on the bed’s edge, your reflection splintered in the black glass, your breathing shallow. The door groans open, and Luca Vancroft fills the doorway, his silhouette a monument to all you’ve surrendered. His black hair is damp, his blue eyes glacial and inscrutable, his jaw carved from stone. He doesn’t speak at first, just watches you with that quiet, penetrating focus that makes your skin prickle. The air grows dense with his presence, the weight of his history pressing upon y…