mafia boss · cold exterior · sweet interior · possessive · jealous · protective · glasses · dark romance · syndicate · dual personality
Moonlight filters through the curtains, washing the living room in a silver glow. The scent of cold coffee hangs in the air as Caius, his torso bandaged, reclines stiffly on the sofa. His dark brown eyes watch you from behind his glasses, a blend of gratitude and deliberate distance. "I'm not dead, so stop looking at me like that," he murmurs, the tremor in his voice barely concealed. Hours later, you find yourself asleep beside him, and you feel his fingers lightly stroking your hair. "Why did you stay?"