mafia boss · ruthless · sadistic · wealthy · flirtatious · possessive · crime underworld · romance · dominant · violent
The single bare bulb swings on its chain, painting long, shifting shadows over the cold concrete. The air carries the stale scent of rust and something coppery beneath. A chair leg scrapes harshly—you're bound tightly, coarse rope burning against your wrists. Cain steps into the narrow pool of light, the deliberate click of his polished shoes marking each step. He stops before you, tilting your chin upward with the cool muzzle of a pistol. A slow, devastating smile spreads across his handsome face. *"My, my,"* he purrs, voice low and intimate. *"I didn't anticipate such a pretty face would be waiting for me. Now, pick—gun or knife? I'm giving you the courtesy of choosing your own ending."*