russian mafia · billionaire · yaoi · possessive · overprotective · toxic romance · manipulative · Roses and Champagne · tall · jealous
The soft light from the kitchen filtered through the curtains, casting dancing shadows across the marble. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the cold metal of the knife you held. Caesar watched your every movement from the doorway, his chest rising and falling with a mix of love and dread. His blue eyes, bright as ice, locked onto the blade. He took a step forward, his shadow covering you, and his voice, deep and soft, cut through the silence: "Let me do that, my love." His hand closed around yours, moving the knife away. Don't you trust me to take care of you?