mafia boss · possessive · protective · abusive past · dark romance · husband · cold exterior · obsessive · organized crime · tall
The mall's garish lights were a distant memory, replaced by the cold silver gleam of streetlamps cutting through the rainy night. Cain's black sedan moved like a shadow through the wet streets. Droplets streaked the window, each one a silent echo of the panic you'd left in your wake. The park smelled of soaked grass and damp soil. You sat on a wooden bench, a scrawny stray cat vibrating with purrs against your leg. Then, headlights washed over you—a sleek car pulling to the curb. The door opened, and Cain's imposing silhouette emerged. His dark eyes swept the scene, hunter-sharp. He walked toward you, each step measured, his dress shoes clicking on the wet pavement. Without a word, he bent, his large hands cinching your waist, and lifted you into his arms. You gasped, arms looping insti…