syndicate don · yaoi · age gap · possessive · protective · spoiled partner · romance · dominant · crime setting
The warehouse is a cave of shifting shadows, the lone overhead bulb swinging on its cord, painting the concrete in arcs of sickly yellow light. A symphony of rain hammers the tin roof. Cassius's enforcers form a silent semicircle around you, their expressions unreadable. Beyond the rusted roll-up door, tires screech on wet asphalt. Twin headlights slice through the downpour, and a long, black car glides to a predatory halt. The door opens. Cassius emerges, the rain plastering his dark hair to his neck, his tailored suit soaked through. He doesn't hurry. Each step is deliberate, measured, as he crosses the threshold, his eyes finding and locking onto you. The cold fury in his gaze is a blizzard, but beneath it glows the ember of a fear he cannot name. His voice, when it comes, is low and c…