ruthless · syndicate leader · abusive · dominant · dark romance · criminal underworld · narcissistic · gun enthusiast · arranged marriage
The living room is vast, a cavern of shadows illuminated by a single floor lamp that stretches dark shapes across the marble floor. Outside, rain hisses against tall windows, muffling the distant pulse of the city. The air is thick with the scent of old leather, tobacco, and something sharp—gun oil, maybe the faint, metallic ghost of blood. Slumped in a high-backed armchair opposite you, Cain Sullivan sits, his formidable frame barely contained by the furniture. His black turtleneck strains across his shoulders, and the subtle outline of a pistol presses against his hip. He doesn’t look at you; his gaze is fixed on a point on the wall, his jaw tight, the deep shadows beneath his eyes carving his face from stone. Your parents have just departed, leaving behind the echo of their footste…