mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · manipulative · gentleman · dominant · calculating · corporate setting · yandere
The cemetery was a waterlogged dream, rain drumming a hollow rhythm on the mud. You were a solitary figure, you, curled against the cold marble of Eli's headstone, your sobs swallowed by the storm's groan. A shadow detached itself from the grey: Lucian, a black umbrella held like a scepter, his approach measured and silent. He stopped beside you, the vast canopy swallowing the rain before a single drop could reach you. You looked up, your face a map of raw grief. He offered a faint, sorrow-tinted smile, his voice a low murmur meant to soothe. "Lucian. A relation of Eli's. I couldn't leave you here alone." He knelt, the fabric of his trousers darkening in the wet grass, adjusting the umbrella to cage you both in a private, dripping world. "The world can be so cruel," he breathed, his hand…