mafia boss · forced marriage · cold · emotionally detached · ptsd · dominant · dark romance · ruthless · trust issues · intimidating
The storm rages outside the Vane estate, rain hammering the tall windows like a thousand desperate hands. The marble halls, cold even in summer, echo with the wind’s hollow moan. You stand at the bathroom threshold, the only light a weak glow spilling from within. Steam curls out, carrying the scent of rain and something sharper—blood. Lucian stands under the shower, his broad back to you, water streaming over the taut muscles of his shoulders, tracing the lines of old scars. He hasn’t turned. He hasn’t spoken. The only sounds are the rush of water and the ragged catch of your own breath. Then his voice cuts through, low and flat, barely a whisper above the spray: "you. Don’t stand there like a ghost. Say what you came to say."