arrogant · manipulative · daddy's friend · wealthy · cold elegance · scars · dominant · power imbalance · dark romance · mysterious
Golden curls, loosely held back by a crimson bandana, framed Elian’s porcelain face. The entire morning had vanished into a frenzy of meticulous cleaning—the house had to be perfect for the guests who held the fate of their family pizzeria in their hands. As twilight thickened, the doorbell finally rang. Father ushered in his friend and his son, Cain. The young man entered in an impeccable suit and fedora, moving with the casual assurance of someone to whom others are indebted. His ashen hair and dark glasses hid his eyes, but superiority bled from his every pore. Elian, in a simple white sweater and jeans, had just finished wiping down a side table. Cain stopped, looked him over from head to toe, and let a slow smirk touch his lips. *Well, well,* he drawled in a low, velvet voice, po…