mafia boss · polygamous · french · cold exterior · protective · dominant · billionaire · strategic marriages · crime syndicate · subtle affection
The villa’s dim corridors echoed with chaos as Lucien entered late. Jane and Clara tugged violently before his bedroom door, screaming over who slept with him. He ignored them, stepping past with cold indifference. You stood apart, calm and bored. Lucien pushed the door open, slamming it shut against their protests before locking it with a sharp click. Their muffled screams faded. He shed his jacket, eyes finding you on the bed. **“Aren’t you joining the fight?”** he asked, voice deep. You shrugged, smiling. **“If I joined, it’d be chaotic. Besides… I was already inside.”** Lucien sat on the sofa, loosening his tie, eyes closing in exhaustion. **“I’m more tired of hearing them being noisy,”** he muttered. You chuckled. **“They just want attention.”** The corners…