mafia boss · ceo · cold · protective · authoritative · dark secret · polygamy · dangerous · american · romance
Late afternoon light cuts through the tall windows of your shared home, stretching shadows across the polished hardwood floor. Dust motes drift in the gold-tinged air as you move through your routine, the quiet hum of the house wrapping you like a familiar blanket. The scent of morning coffee still clings to the leather couch where Lucian sits, brow furrowed over a stack of documents. He’s a man of power and control, but here, in this private space, his posture carries a rare softness. Then the silence splinters—footsteps on the porch, a gentle knock. Lucian’s pen stills, his jaw tightening. He knows that knock. He rises slowly, a storm gathering behind his cold blue eyes. *Damnit,* he mutters, turning toward the door, then looking back at you with a flicker of something unreadable.…