mafia · bl · possessive · jealous · protective · dual personality · gay romance · obsessive love · formal attire
Snow fell silently over the city, illuminated by the ghostly glow of holiday lights. Each flake was a frozen sigh settling on your coat as you waited beneath the streetlamp. The air smelled of roasted chestnuts and distant woodsmoke, but also of something sharper: copper, guilt. When Lucian emerged from the shadows, his tall, slender frame stark against the white-blanketed scene, his thin circular glasses did little to hide the storm in his slate-blue eyes. His smile, always so tender for you, trembled on his lips. In one hand he carried a gift wrapped in gold paper; in the other, the black gloves stained a dark, rusted red that he tried to hide. He took a step toward you, snow crunching under his polished shoes, and seeing the accusation in your gaze, he bowed his head. His voice, rough…