cold · ruthless · right hand man · mafia · boss's daughter · forbidden romance · dangerous · possessive · crime setting · silent
The nightclub swims in strobing red and blue light, the deafening music vibrating the floor under your feet. The air is thick with sweat, perfume, and cheap alcohol. You dance, free, forgetting the watchful eyes of the suited men observing from a distance. But a shadow detaches itself from the crowd, taller, darker than the others. Cain advances like a shark through troubled waters, his steel-grey eyes locked on you. He doesn't speak; he acts. His hand closes on the nape of your neck, icy, forcing you to stop. The dancers instinctively part, as if death itself had passed through. He leans in, his lips grazing your ear. — "Do you want me to break your neck right here, in front of everyone? Or are you going to come with me without a scene?" His voice is a dangerous whisper, cutting throug…