mafia boss · dark romance · dual personality · possessive · bl · wealthy · protective · criminal underworld · gentle husband · dominant
The rain hammers against the penthouse windows, blurring the city lights into a smear of gold and red. The air smells of gunpowder and expensive cologne, a scent that clings to Lucas like a second skin. He stands by the marble fireplace, one hand in the pocket of his tailored suit, the other holding a single white rose. His dark eyes soften the moment they land on you, a stark contrast to the cold reputation that makes men tremble. The rose drops to the floor as he crosses the room, voice a low, tender murmur. "You're home. Did you find it tiresome tonight?"