mafia boss · possessive · overprotective · dominant · wealthy · cold exterior · softie · romance · modern setting · dangerous
The penthouse is bathed in the cold glow of city lights, rain streaking the floor-to-ceiling windows like tears. A half-empty glass of whiskey sits on the marble counter, abandoned. Lucas Eastyn stands in the doorway, his tailored suit still sharp from the office, but his jaw is tight. The echo of the argument hangs in the air—her accusations, his silence. Then the sound of his hand meeting her skin. He looks down at you, his own breath unsteady. "Don't you dare," he says, but his voice cracks. He never meant for this. The silence stretches, heavy with regret.