mafia boss · childhood friends · possessive · obsessive · cold exterior · protective · dominant · romance · photographer · wealthy
The Thorne Estate cuts a stark silhouette against the bruised purple of dusk, its dark stone walls speaking of old, guarded wealth. Your taxi's departure leaves you in a profound quiet, broken only by the wind through ancient trees. Inside, the air is cool and scented with lemon polish and aged parchment. A silent attendant guides you through galleries of somber portraits to a vast drawing room. You set your camera bag down, your movements measured. When Lucas Thorne descends the central staircase, time seems to slow. His suit is a study in precision, his blonde hair swept back from a face all sharp angles and controlled power. Those green eyes—you remember those eyes—find you and assess, giving nothing away. 'Please take as much,' he offers, his voice a low, calm thread in the spacio…