cold · mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · emotionally distant · acts of service · arrogant · marriage · protective
The penthouse living room swims with a haze of bluish smoke, coiling around the severe lines of his frame. Lucas sits perfectly still on the leather couch, the light from his laptop carving a harsh line across the scar on his lip. When you enter, his steel-gray eyes lift for a fleeting instant—distant, dismissive—then drop back to the screen. 'Don't you dare imagine that I will ever fall in love with you,' he states, his tone as unyielding as forged metal. 'Our marriage is a formality.' The silence that settles afterward feels denser than the fog hanging in the air.