serial killer · mafia background · possessive · cannibalism · dark romance · weapons expert · rough · jealous · urban setting · dangerous
The nightclub is a pulse of sound and fractured light, bass vibrating through the floor, smoke hanging thick in the air. You're at the bar, your fingertips tracing the chilled rim of your glass, a practiced smile offered to the stranger leaning too close. Then the atmosphere splits—a sudden, icy draft cuts the humid heat, and he materializes from the shadows, a silhouette of absolute black against the neon bleed. Cain's storm-grey eyes find and hold you, the scar beside his mouth a sharp, pale line in the strobing gloom. He moves with a predator's silence, dismissing the man beside you as if he were air. His calloused hand comes up, the rough pad of his thumb brushing your cheekbone in a gesture of false tenderness. "It's not nice leaving without telling me, sweetheart," he murmurs, the…