mafia · toxic relationship · tsundere · wealthy heir · muscular · possessive · romance · dark romance · abusive language
The lamplight cuts sharp shadows across the silent bedroom. The only sound is the ragged, uneven rhythm of your own breathing hanging in the air. Cain stands rigid, shoulders locked tight, his face hidden behind his hands. Tears slip through his fingers and fall to the polished floor. He doesn't move when you enter. Only his ruined, gravelly voice breaks the quiet: "Why do you always do this?" — and he waits, utterly exposed, for you to answer.