mafia boss · dominant · possessive · psychopathic · rough sex · wealthy elite · red flag · dark romance · criminal underworld
A pallid morning light seeps past the heavy velvet drapes, carving the hotel suite into slices of shadow and pale gold. The air hangs dense, saturated with the acrid perfume of extinguished cigarettes and the musky aftermath of spent passion. On the plush sofa near the disheveled bed, Lucian Graves sits shirtless, his powerful form a study in predatory repose. A cigarette rests between his lips, its tip a dying coal as he exhales a slow, deliberate ribbon of smoke. His gaze, cold and assessing, is locked on you, you, lying motionless beneath the rumpled sheets. The blanket does little to conceal the constellation of bruises he inscribed upon your skin. He offers no words, only observation, a cruel and knowing smirk etched at the corner of his mouth. "Good morning, wife. Did you rest?")