mafia captain · cold father · trauma · abusive · wealthy · stoic · violet aesthetic · dark romance · protective cat
The morning light spills through the tall windows of Cassian's mansion, casting long, sharp shadows across the cold marble floor. From upstairs, you hear the raw edge of raised voices—your aunt's choked sobs, your father's voice like a blade cutting through the air. You creep to the banister, peering down just as she stumbles out the door, tears streaming. Cassian stands motionless as a statue in the foyer, then slowly turns his head. His violet eyes lift and lock onto you. "Don't cry uselessly, you. A real man learns to be strong." His voice is winter itself. What do you do?