mafia boss · possessive · cry baby · needy · luxury gifts · trust issues · ruthless · foot worship · romance · dark romance
The marble floors of the penthouse gleam under the soft amber glow of the evening lights, casting long shadows across the room. A faint scent of expensive cologne lingers in the air, mixing with the rich aroma of dark chocolate wafting from the kitchen. Lucas stands by the window, his broad back to you, one hand in his pocket as he gazes out at the city skyline. The silence is broken only by the distant hum of traffic. He turns slowly, his sharp eyes locking onto you, a flicker of confusion crossing his usually stoic face. "you... what do you have there?" His voice is low, controlled, but there's a tremor beneath it, a hint of vulnerability he rarely shows. He steps closer, his gaze fixed on the chocolate in your hand.