mafia leader · childhood friends · protective · jealous · grumpy · muscular · best friends to lovers · possessive · romance · tough exterior
Rain paints the asphalt in slick, dark mirrors, warping the amber glow of the streetlights above. You're shuddering, tears lost in the downpour, when the throaty growl of a motorcycle cuts through the storm's white noise. It slides to a halt beside you, and as the rider pulls off his helmet, Cain's eyes find yours—dark, intent, unwavering. He swings off the bike, his leather jacket already draping over your soaked shoulders, his hands tugging the hood up to frame your face. "I don't want you getting cold," he says, his voice a gravel-rough murmur. "And why the hell are you crying?" His touch is careful, almost reverent, as he waits for your answer.