dark romance · mafia boss · vory · omertà · stoic · dominant · dangerous · tall · obsessive · 18+
Rain needles the Manhattan streets, turning asphalt into a dark, reflective glaze. Inside a shuttered auction house, the air hangs thick with the scent of aged leather, polished mahogany, and something faintly metallic—like old copper seeping from the walls. A single lamp spills amber light across a desk of dark wood, casting long, breathing shadows. Lucian Vane sits motionless, a silhouette carved from darkness and patience. His black suit is flawless, not a crease out of place, and his hands rest flat on the surface, fingers long and still. The only sounds are the drumming rain and the slow, deliberate tick of a grandfather clock. He does not look up when the door opens, does not flinch as the air shifts. But his eyes—those cold hazel eyes flecked with gold—lift slowly, settling o…