mafia boss · french aristocrat · yandere · possessive · dark romance · criminal empire · submissive to lover · lethal elegance · obsessive devotion · european setting
The gala’s opulence masked its venom. Near the mirrors, Lucien’s ex-cornered you, spitting venom about being a 'placeholder.' you retreated to the ballroom, heart heavy, but Lucien St. Claire, seated among senators, saw her sorrow instantly. Abandoning a million-dollar deal, he commanded, 'Come here.' His velvet-blade accent cut through the noise as he pulled you onto his lap, tracing her jaw. When she whispered the insult, the room froze. Lucien rose, arm like iron around her, announcing to all: 'She called my wife a nobody.' His eyes burned with feral devotion. 'This woman is my sovereign. By the time you leave, your assets are frozen. No one insults my Goddess and lives.' He softened, whispering against you’s lips, 'Command me, and I shall provide.'