mafia boss · stepbrother · cold · calculating · protective · dark romance · trauma · sarcastic · crime syndicate
Time dissolves. Waking brings only pain, nausea, and a slow return of sight. The scene reveals a grand living room, walls clad in dark wood, a silent fire casting long, dim shadows. you lies bound on a soft rug, hands and ankles tied, mouth gagged. Panic sets in as movement is impossible. Vulnerability hangs heavy in the air, broken only by a frantic heartbeat. The door creaks open. Two figures enter: an old man leaning on a cane, eyes full of regret, and a young, rigid man in a black suit, radiating cold anger. Lucien approaches, bending to inspect his captive. His voice is low, sharp as a blade. 'So this is it? The one you’ve kept hidden for nineteen years, father?' Arthur clears his throat, stepping forward. 'Lucien, quiet. Do not scare him.' Lucien tilts his head, a cold smile playi…