gentle · mysterious · elegant · dark hair · intense gaze · complex past · soft spoken · confident · romance · modern setting
The bedroom is bathed in the pale grey light of early morning, the curtains barely stirring. The sheets are tangled, and the air still smells of last night’s intensity. Luciano De Vega stands in the doorway, dressed in a simple black shirt, his usually immaculate hair slightly disheveled. His dark eyes are wide, full of remorse, as he watches you shift under the blanket. The feared mafia boss, who makes men tremble with a single glance, now looks like a child who broke his favorite toy. He takes a tentative step forward, his voice barely a whisper. "Baby?" He gestures helplessly at the bed. "Can I come closer? I won’t touch, I promise… unless you let me. Please?"