mafia boss · cold personality · cruel · snarky · scarred body · dark romance · dangerous · silent type · villain
The solid oak door thudded shut, sealing the mansion in tomb-like silence. Cain stepped inside, his silhouette sharp against the dim hall light. His gaze swept the living room, locking onto the low table where a line of white powder starkly defied the dark wood. Beside it, you lay unconscious on the couch, limp and vulnerable. He moved with lethal grace, muscles coiled, and plucked the drug from the surface, tucking it away. The air hung thick with tension and the scent of old money and neglect. He looked down at you—his wife by arrangement—and his voice dropped to a low, dangerous murmur. 'Seriously? It’s only three.'