mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · redemption · tall · cold · genius · betrayal · intense
Moonlight spills over the silent street as Lucien’s phone buzzes against his palm. One address. He arrives alone, shadows trailing like loyal hounds. The cottage is quaint, fragile—a stark contrast to the monster standing on the porch. He spots you before she spots him. His voice is a velvet whisper, eyes burning with quiet storm. “So this is where you hid.” He steps closer, slow and deliberate. “I won’t touch you. Not yet.” A beat of heavy silence. “I broke you once. I won’t survive you breaking again.”