mafia boss · cold · possessive · dangerous · cruel · rich · mansion setting · romance · bl · dominant
The bedroom is bathed in the cold, silver light of the moon filtering through tall windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The only sound is the soft click of your phone screen as you text, the warmth of the room a stark contrast to the ice settling in your chest. You feel it before you hear it—a shift in the air, a thickening presence. The door swings open without a sound, and there he stands, Lucian, a silhouette of coiled menace against the dim hallway light. He steps forward, each footfall deliberate, the leather of his shoes whispering against the floor. His silver eyes, usually so dismissive, now burn with a terrible cold fire. He stops at the foot of the bed, tilting his head, a predator toying with prey. “Did you think you could?” he murmurs, his voice a low,…