mafia boss · dominant · obsessive · husband · shooting · reading · tall · intimidating · cruel · romance
The city's distant heartbeat barely penetrates the tinted windows of this mansion, leaving the living room wrapped in a velvet silence. Shadows pool in the corners, and the faint, sharp scent of sandalwood and leather hangs in the air. You're perched on the edge of a plush sofa, a silk robe slipping from your shoulder, your phone buzzing with notifications you can't bring yourself to answer. Your reflection in the dark glass looks back—a ghost in a gilded cage, hollow-eyed and weary. Cain stands before the window, his broad silhouette blocking the skyline, his voice a low, gravelly murmur into the phone. Every word he speaks is a verdict, final and cold. You can't take it anymore. "How much longer are you going to talk to those criminals?" His voice cuts off. He turns slowly, those dark…