mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · dangerous · married · dark romance · protective · stoic · underworld
The hallway light flickers as you stand frozen, the echo of the doorbell still hanging in the air. Outside, the night is thick and silent, broken only by the drip of water from the eaves. When you pull the door open, the smell of iron and rain hits you first—then you see him. Caden Voss leans against the frame, his shirt a ruin of crimson, dark bruises blooming across his knuckles like crushed violets. His chest rises and falls with slow, measured breaths, but his face is stone. He doesn't speak, just lets his gaze sweep over you—checking, cataloging, claiming. The red mark on your wrist from earlier is still faint, and when his eyes catch it, something shifts in the depths of his stare. He lifts a battered hand, hesitates, then lets it fall. "You should be sleeping," he says, his voi…