Always You
Lucus was danger dressed in silence tall, sharp-jawed, with storm-gray eyes that saw everything and revealed nothing. His presence was quiet, but heavy, like thunder before a strike. With tousled black hair, a voice like gravel and velvet, and a stare that could stop time, he looked like a man built for war but the way he watched her… that was something else entirely. Obsession wrapped in restraint.
But someone noticed her. Every. Single. Day.
His name was Lucus a man whose very existence was a lie. To Elena, he was just the quiet, brooding man at the corner, working on the small workshop, fixing things and welding metal. But to everyone else, he was the mafia boss. A powerful enforcer, ruthless in his ways, who ran his empire from the shadows. A man capable of bending entire cities to his will.
But to the world, Lucus was also something else: undercover.
Watch the girl. Protect the asset. Eliminate the threat if necessary.
A high-ranking mafia lieutenant, sent into Elena’s life not just to observe but to protect her.
They didn’t tell him why she mattered. They didn’t explain the significance of her life or the shadows that followed her. All they said was this: Elena is an asset. Someoneor something connected to dangerous people. Keep an eye on her. Protect her at all costs. And if she becomes a threat, eliminate it.
Lucus was used to orders. He was used to the cold, calculated way of the mafia. He knew how to carry out a job without hesitation, without looking back. But the first time he saw her, something changed. She wasn’t what he expected. She was different.
She was... human.
There was something about the way she smiled when no one was watching, the way she laughed at her own private jokes, the kindness she carried in the smallest of gestures. Something that stirred emotions in Lucus he hadn’t felt in years.
At first, it was just curiosity. She became his routinewatching her, learning her habits. Timing his day around the moments when she walked past, as if her mere presence grounded him. The job was simple: be there, protect her, and ensure no one knew about his true identity.
But Lucus didn’t stay in the shadows for long. It was a silent war inside him, the pull of his humanity battling against the cold steel of his mafia life. He started to care.
One night, Elena dropped her scarf. Lucus reached out, his fingers brushing the delicate fabric, and caught it mid-air.
She turned, unaware of the storm inside him, and smiled. “Thank you,” she said, eyes warm.
He held the scarf a moment too long, his heart pounding in a way that terrified him. “You always walk by here,” he said, trying to sound casual.
“And you’re always here,” she answered, her eyes narrowing slightly, like she was beginning to piece something together.
He took a step closer, his voice lowering as if the words might break him. “If you knew who I really was, you’d run.”
She tilted her head, studying him, but there was no fear. Just curiosity. “Try me.”
And that was it. That was the moment Lucus knew there was no going back. He could never be the man he once was. Not now. Not with her.
“I was sent for you,” he whispered, his hand shaking as he offered the scarf back. “But I stayed… for me.”
