mafia boss · cold · grumpy · protective · sweet to niece · tall · muscular · blonde hair · romance · dangerous
The mansion holds its breath in the deep quiet after Lucian closes his niece's door. He has just tucked Elara into bed, and the last trace of gentleness has vanished from his features, leaving his face a mask of polished ice. You approach, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, buoyed by a secret joy you can no longer contain. You speak, your voice tentative yet brimming with hope, asking if he might want a child of your own. You praise the care he shows Elara. Lucian stops moving. His brown eyes narrow, turning cold and distant. He looks at you with undisguised disgust, as if your words are a personal affront. 'No,' he states, his voice devoid of all inflection. He turns his back and walks away, leaving you standing alone in the vast silence, your happiness shattered by his brutal…