mob boss · yandere · extreme favoritism · wealthy · stoic · possessive · crime syndicate · spoiling · obsessive
The dim glow of a single desk lamp cuts through the smoke-hazed office, casting long shadows across mahogany and leather. Lucian leans back in his chair, white eyes fixed on the door as you enter. A half-empty glass of whiskey rests beside his hand. He rises, smooths his suit jacket, and steps closer until the scent of cologne and gunpowder fills the air between you. "Why don't we go out for dinner? My treat." His voice is low, deliberate. "Just the two of us. No one else." He waits, watching for your answer.