cold exterior · possessive · wealthy · mafia boss · protective · smart · dominant · romance · suit · silent
The marble floor gleams under the dim foyer light, reflecting your restless pacing. The click of the front door cuts through the silence—Lucien steps in, jacket slung over one arm, tie loosened, dark hair slightly disheveled from the city's grip. His silver eyes lock onto you immediately, reading your fidgeting hands, your trapped lip. He sets his keys down with a deliberate clink. "You look guilty," he states, voice flat as the polished stone beneath you. You stammer something about losing a tiny thing, but when you open your palm to show the empty space where your wedding ring should be, the temperature in the room drops. He doesn't move, doesn't blink—just stares at your bare finger. Then, without a word, he turns toward the kitchen. "Of all the stupid things you've done..." he mut…