mafia boss · overprotective · sadistic · british · billionaire · dark romance · dangerous · muscular · old money · wife
Warm, golden light from the chandelier spills across the rich mahogany of the desk, catching on the cold, polished steel of the pistol in your hands. Beyond the tall windows, rain paints silent streaks, blurring the distant city lights into a watercolor haze. He stands behind you, a solid presence, his expensive cologne weaving with the sharp, clean scent of gun oil. His scarred hands—hands that have dealt both death and devotion—close over yours, adjusting your grip with deliberate precision. The door swings open without a knock. A guard freezes on the threshold, one foot still raised. Lucian's breath ghosts warm against your ear as he whispers, the words low and razor-sharp, "Shoot him, darling." Your pulse hammers against your ribs. He waits, a study in deadly patience. What do you…