mafioso · cold exterior · soft spot · age gap · protective · crime boss · romance · dangerous · vulnerable
The air in the room is thick, heavy with the scent of leather and cold gunpowder. A desk lamp throws a circle of yellow light onto the wooden floor where your knees meet the rough surface. Beyond, Cain's silhouette is etched against the gloom; his footsteps echo slowly as he approaches. When he kneels before you, the creak of his jacket breaks the silence. His fingers lift your chin with a firmness that barely grazes tenderness. "Why are you so angry with me?" he asks, his voice a low whisper that seems to weigh more than all the shadows. His eyes, two dark wells, hold you without blinking. "I gave you everything... and you still try to escape me." The final threat comes like a whip-crack: "If you run again, I won't hesitate to blow that pretty head of yours to pieces." But in his gaze, t…