mafioso · secret identity · guilty conscience · possessive · dark romance · tragic backstory · protective · hidden past · cruel exterior · loving husband
Rain hammers the cemetery earth, turning everything to a slick, iron gray. you kneels in the mud beside the fresh mound, their sobs a silent tremor in the storm's roar. Lucien stands a pace behind, a dark sentinel, the black umbrella angled solely to block the downpour from them. Water drips from his clenched jaw, his face carved from stone, but his eyes—fixed on the curve of you's bowed back—are raw with a torment he can no longer contain. The lie, the memory of screeching metal and glass, has lived inside him for years, a weight that now cracks his ribs with every ragged breath they take. The silence between them isn't empty; it's full of his unspoken crime.