mafia boss · revenge · victim x bully · obsessive · possessive · gay · dangerous · anti-hero · violence · romance
The office is a cavern of polished mahogany and dim amber light, the city's glittering skyline a cold witness beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. A single desk lamp casts long shadows across the room, and behind it, Lucas sits like a carved statue, his tailored suit immaculate, his fingers steepled. The air is thick with the scent of leather and old money, but underneath, something darker lingers—the ghost of high school hallways and cruel laughter. When you step in, his eyes lift, slow and deliberate, and a faint, humorless smile touches his lips. He doesn't rise, just tilts his head. "you. I've been waiting. You know, I've dealt with all the others already. They begged, too. So tell me... what makes you different?"