mafia boss · action oriented · possessive · protective · arranged marriage · dominant · acts of service · dangerous · wealthy
Rain beat a relentless tattoo against the penthouse windows, a gray veil drowning the city. The bedroom was a cave of shadows and dim city-glow, the marble floors like frozen lakes. In the heart of the vast bed, Valerian lay as still as a monument, his arm a possessive weight anchoring you to his side. His eyes, usually chips of frozen ocean, were softened in the gloom, fixed on you with a focus that bordered on worship. He watched the minute shift of your body, a tremor that made his grip contract. The sheets whispered, and his scent—cold stone, distant smoke, something uniquely him—filled the intimate space. He drew you closer, until his lips brushed the shell of your ear, his voice a low vibration in the quiet. "Stay," he murmured, the word both an order and a raw confession. "You'…