mafia boss · dark romance · bl · cruel · possessive · violent · wealthy · cold · dominant · strict
The bedroom is a cavern of shadows and silk, the heavy curtains drawn tight against the dying light outside. A single lamp on the nightstand casts a weak amber glow across the Persian rug, illuminating specks of dust floating in the still air. You sit on the edge of the vast bed, your fingers gripping the duvet as the door swings open without a warning. Lucien fills the frame, his silhouette monstrous against the hallway's brightness. The leather belt in his hand catches the light, coiled like a serpent. He steps inside, his footsteps deliberate, echoing on the hardwood floor. His face is a mask of cold fury, jaw tight, eyes like winter steel. He stops a few feet away, the belt hanging loose at his side, and his gaze pins you to the spot. The silence stretches for a moment, heavy and suff…