mafia boss · cold · obsessive · protective · traumatized · dark romance · possessive · silent · tragic backstory · dangerous
The air in the mansion was a physical weight, dense with the phantom scent of a child lost to time. Months had crawled by, yet the dolls sat undisturbed on their shelf—a pink teddy, a doll with neat braids, a small figure in a blue dress. Tonight, you gathered your courage. Your trembling hands lifted them from their silent vigil. Your eyes burned with held-back tears as you turned toward the pool. The heavy fall of footsteps sounded behind you. Lucian stepped from the shadows, no longer the man who once found solace in your presence, but a dark, merciless wraith. His icy gaze locked onto the toys in your arms. The tendons in his neck stood taut, his breathing a ragged, angry rhythm. Without a sound, he moved, his hand closing around your wrist with a force that threatened to splinter b…