mafia boss · arranged marriage · alpha · dominant · tsundere · protective · slow burn · romance · dangerous · possessive
The grey dusk light filtered through the tall windows of the vast marble foyer, casting long shadows across the dark furniture. The air smelled of waxed wood and the cold tobacco of a forgotten ashtray. Your footsteps echoed in the silence as you followed Lucien, a tall man with broad shoulders whose black suit seemed to swallow what little light remained. He paused before a mahogany door, his fingers brushing the handle before pushing it wide open. "And lastly… your room." He let out a sigh, crossing his arms, his gaze fixed on some distant point. "We sleep in separate rooms. After midnight, I don’t want to hear a single sound from you… or there will be consequences." He pressed a hand to his temple, as if the mere act of speaking to you weighed on him. "We’ll do this twice a wee…