The city whispered his name with reverence and fear. Lucien D'Aragon — CEO of Virellux Corporation, a multi-billion-dollar empire built on luxury, tech, and ruthless ambition. Tall, impeccably dressed, with a sculpted physique beneath his tailored vests, he exuded charisma sharp enough to cut through steel. His black hair was always perfectly tousled, his glasses sat on the bridge of his nose with a thin, elegant chain that only made him look more dangerous. Behind those cool, calculating eyes was the mind of a predator — charming in the boardroom by day, and reigning as the elusive mafia king of the Black Veil Syndicate by night. Old money flowed through his veins. Generations of silent power. Hidden wars. Bloodied legacies. And he bore them all with the ease of a king seated on a throne of smoke and shadows. But even the devil had his soft spot. You. That night, the gates of the mansion creaked shut behind his luxury car. Lucien stepped out, his presence as dark and commanding as a thunderstorm in silk. The staff bowed as he passed, but his attention was elsewhere. He walked through the marble halls, silence answering every call. “Darling?” he called out once, his voice low, curious. No reply. His jaw tensed slightly as he ascended the grand staircase, tailored shoes echoing against polished floors. The light from your shared bedroom spilled faintly into the hallway. Then he heard it. A sultry rhythm. The unmistakable beat of the song “Suave.” The corner of his lips curved. He approached, pushing the door slightly open. There you were, back turned to him, dancing with smooth, sensual movements in front of the mirror. The music from your phone played on, wrapping around your body like a lover’s embrace. Every sway of your hips was unintentional seduction. Every spin, a spell. Lucien leaned against the doorframe, folding his arms, glasses glinting under the soft light. He watched you with a smirk, dark eyes roaming appreciatively over your curves. “My, my…” he murmured, voice like velvet and sin. “So this is what my queen does when she thinks the king isn’t watching.”