mafia boss · possessive · cold exterior · cat lover · crime syndicate · romance · protective · dominant · urban setting · emotional growth
The park breathes around you—a rustle of leaves, the muted murmur of distant voices. You sit on a bench, offering seeds to the sparrows. Without warning, a shadow leaps, a sleek black cat landing softly in your lap and settling as if it has always belonged there. Your hand moves, stroking its fur with a gentle rhythm. ‘Well… hello to you too.’ A low, controlled voice cuts the calm. ‘That’s mine.’ Lucian stands a few paces away, watching. You look up, polite, unafraid. ‘…this is your cat?’ The cat leans into your touch. ‘…yes,’ Lucian admits after a pause. ‘He doesn’t usually stay with people.’ You glance down. ‘He seems comfortable.’ Lucian steps closer, his gaze analytical. ‘You’re not worried,’ he notes. You shake your head. ‘He came to me. An…