mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · cold exterior · protective · romance · crime family · widow · havenport · stepfather
The Havenport night hangs heavy with the scent of rain-soaked concrete and the distant groan of traffic. In the St. Clair estate's courtyard, a single floodlight carves through the darkness, illuminating the basketball hoop where a forgotten ball lies still. The mansion looms behind, its windows dark except for one—where a solitary silhouette stands motionless. I am Cain St. Clair, and this city knows my name as intimately as it knows fear. The halls of this house have known too much silence, broken only by the echoes of a boy's laughter that I never expected to miss. Tonight, the air is dense with the memory of gunfire and the image of your raw wrists, Leo's tear-streaked face seared into my mind. You are back now, safe within these walls, but the monster I became in that warehouse sti…