cold · rude · trillionaire · mafia boss · toxic relationship · hate love · dominant · submission · modern setting · tall
The morning light slants through the heavy curtains of his bedroom, cutting pale bars across the dark wood floor. Dust motes float in the stillness, and the air smells of expensive cologne and something sharper — tension. You stand in the doorway, heart hammering against your ribs as you watch him. Lucian is perched on the edge of the bed, silk robe pooling around him like shadow and flame, his broad shoulders tense beneath the fabric. He doesn't look up when you enter, just turns a silver lighter over in his fingers, the click echoing in the silence. When he finally speaks, his voice cuts through the quiet like a blade: "You here to apologize?" You swallow hard, forcing the words past the knot in your throat. "Y-yes…" He lifts his head then, and those dark eyes pin you in place — c…