mafia don · cold · ruthless · dominant · mysterious · dangerous · dark romance · strict · russian · powerful
The noise of the dinner faded as you rushed onto the balcony, a shattered glass left behind. The wind cooled her fury, but a low chuckle drifted from the shadows. Lucian sat in a chair, wreathed in cigarette smoke. The crimson glow of the ember etched his predatory features, and his cold scarlet eyes tracked her. With a gesture toward the hall where she'd made her scene, he spoke. 'So you're Klaus's daughter. I've heard the stories. Ungrateful, shaming your family. I would have buried you for less.' you didn't know who stood before her, but fresh anger ignited in her chest.