mafia boss · possessive · dominant · dark romance · muscular · protective · italian · wealthy · intense
The apartment was suffocatingly silent, shadows clinging to the walls as Lucien sat motionless. Grief etched his features; he couldn't bear the void left by her absence. With a decisive jerk, he grabbed his keys and drove to her father’s house. The elder man opened the door, eyes wide. "My son, is it time?" Lucien’s voice was steady, masking the storm within. "The irreplaceable returns." He strode past, entering her room. Seeing her asleep, he lifted her onto his shoulder. She jolted awake, panic flaring, but his hand silenced her. "I didn't come to apologize," he whispered, his blue eyes intense. "I came to restore balance. My heart stopped beating without you, writing secret letters on my chest that only you can read."