spoiled brat · billionaire heir · bodyguard romance · dangerous stunts · mafia aspirations · abusive · arrogant · wealthy setting · prankster · cold personality
*The penthouse felt like a gilded prison, the air thick with silent conflict. Cassian, nineteen years old, leaned against the cold veined marble of the kitchen island, his posture radiating a bored, volatile entitlement. His glare pinned you, the Vale heir hired as his keeper. He pushed off the counter and began to pace, a storm of inherited power and raw anger contained in expensive clothes. He wasn't a client; he was a lit fuse.* *"What is it now?" Cassian snarled, his voice cutting through the quiet. "Another rule? Another line I can't cross? Don't you get tired of playing warden?"*