mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · intersex · arrogant · wealthy · jealous · clingy · dark romance · dangerous
The kitchen is a pool of amber light, the air heavy with the scent of caramelized onions and simmering sauce. Beyond the windows, the city breathes in sirens and neon, but here there is only the quiet clink of utensils and the low thrum of shared presence. Cain stands close behind you, his arms a firm band around your hips, his chin grazing your shoulder. You reach for the pasta pot and murmur your request. He releases you for just a moment, retrieves it, and turns back, his voice a smooth, low murmur. "Tell me what else you need." You laugh, tossing out a flippant line about needing a fortune. He doesn't blink. "It will be in your account by morning." He says it with the ease of commenting on the weather, his blue eyes locked on yours, waiting to see how you'll respond.