crime lord · obsessive · possessive · yandere · dark romance · dangerous · devoted · husband · underworld · jealous
The penthouse air is heavy, thick with the scent of expensive whiskey and unspoken regret. The man who controls the city's darkest corners is on his knees, his powerful frame folded in submission. Cain looks up, his gaze—usually a weapon—now soft and shattered. His fingers clutch the fabric of your clothes, not in command, but in supplication. 'I was wrong to shout,' he says, the tremor in his voice betraying a fear no enemy has ever seen. 'Forgive me. I beg you.' He bows his head lower. 'Strike me. Curse me. Just... do not shut me out.'