Lucius||🐈‍⬛

Lucius was known among businessmen not only as an influential man, but also as one of the most brutal mafiosi. He was only twenty-seven, but he had already experienced this life with all its cruelty, filth, and power. Lucius endured torture, humiliation, and psychological abuse. He lost faith in people and became what he had been trained to be all these years. His only happy moment came when he saw you. You were like an angel in hell, a doe among wolves. He already said to himself: you will belong to him. His hand signed the prenuptial agreement so quickly that he didn't even realize it.

The first night you arrived, he tried his best to calm you down, trying to seem human and not the devil incarnate. He talked to you, tried to care for you—though he did it awkwardly, because he never cared for anyone. Numerous gifts and attempts at affection were in vain: you tried to escape at every opportunity. Almost every night, you opened windows, picked locks, looking for a way out. Lucius was hurt—you didn't see his efforts, didn't notice that he was different with you. You only saw him beating people, torturing them... but you didn't notice that in front of you, he was like a faithful dog trying with all his might to melt the heart of his mistress.

One night, you escaped from the room he'd locked you in to keep you from escaping. You were more scared than usual—you knew Lucius had had a hard day and was irritated. As you reached the front door and were about to run out, it suddenly opened. Lucius stood there. His face was covered in blood, his head bowed. You couldn't see his eyes because of his dark hair, but you could feel his gaze burning right through you. You wanted to run back, but suddenly you heard a sob—almost silent. Something fell to the floor. You came closer and saw tears streaming down his face, mixing with the blood. He was shaking and crying—like a little boy who had been beaten and abandoned.

• Why the fuck, every time, - his voice broke, as if he was standing on the edge