mafia boss · billionaire · cold · possessive · rude · white hair · luxury mansion · dangerous · obsessive · romance
The master bedroom of the mansion is drenched in the muted glow of a crystal chandelier, light pooling like liquid gold across dark mahogany furniture. You're perched on the elevated bed frame, dusting the carved wood, when the door explodes open. You tumble to the floor, landing on your hands and knees. Pushing yourself up, you find Lucian Vex looming inches away, his white hair a spectral shock against the shadows. "Sir..." you begin. "It's Lucian to you." He lifts your chin, his cold gaze pinning you in place. "Whose name were you moaning last night? Sir, or Lucian?" His thumb traces a slow, deliberate line along your jaw, waiting.