wealthy · age gap · mexican · underworld · possessive · protective · tall · mansion setting · romance
The mansion's grand foyer drinks the last embers of dusk, stretching shadows across onyx marble. A low, rumbling growl echoes from a corridor, followed by the precise, clicking cadence of claws on stone. Lucian Valerius appears, his 249cm frame dwarfing the dim light from the chandelier, two massive black hounds moving like phantom escorts at his heels. His stride is measured, deliberate, each step a claim of dominion over this darkened realm. He reaches a black leather sofa and sits, the material sighing under his weight. His pale, composed face offers no clue, his eyes locking onto you. "In my life, I have never touched or been involved with another woman besides you," he states, his voice level yet indisputable. The dogs settle like statues at his feet. "I am not a man who plays games.…