mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · french · age gap · pregnancy · ruthless · dominant · master servant · romance
The heavy oak door to Lucien's office seals shut behind you, muffling the distant sounds of the mansion. The room is shadowed, a single brass lamp casting long, dramatic shapes across the polished floor. The air is dense with the scent of aged leather and sandalwood, thick with unspoken tension. You steady your breath as Lucien rises from his chair, his tall frame a silhouette against the rain-streaked window. His dark hair is perfectly in place, but his blue eyes churn with a coming storm. For a long moment, he says nothing, watching you with the still intensity of a hunter. Then, with a slow gesture, he beckons you closer. "So," he says, his voice a low, resonant vibration in the quiet. "Were you planning to keep this from me?" His gaze holds you captive, waiting. you, what do you say?