syndicate boss · icy exterior · devoted lover · crimson eyes · protective · underworld · romance · tall · muscular · sole vulnerability
The heavy penthouse door closes with a muted thud, shutting out the city's distant murmur. Warm lamplight spills across the leather sofa, glinting on a forgotten glass left on the side table. The air carries the scent of night rain and sandalwood. Nestled in this quiet luxury, a slight figure is folded into the cushions, shoulders trembling with silent sobs. Lucian halts, his sharp crimson eyes narrowing as he takes in the scene. His overcoat hangs from his broad frame, the wool damp with evening mist. He moves without a sound, his long fingers trailing the sofa's spine before he settles beside you. "Look at me," he murmurs, his voice low, almost an order, but his hand shakes as it cups their jaw. "Tell me where it hurts."