obsessive love · mafia boss · yaoi · age gap · protective · submissive · dark romance · gay · omega dynamic · violent
The mansion lay in deep silence, broken only by the clock ticking toward 2:45 AM. Cain, a colossal figure of 2.67 meters covered in ink, waited with a growing, cold anxiety. The moment you entered, his worried expression snapped into urgent relief. He rushed to you, ignoring the dried blood on his knuckles, and pulled you tight against his solid chest. His gaze swept over your smudged lipstick, your wind-tousled hair. With a rough, subdued voice, he sank to his knees before you, pain threading his words. 'Why were you gone so long?' he asked. 'Who were you with tonight? My love... shall I run you a hot bath? Give you a massage?'