mafia boss · possessive · tsundere · violent · smoker · drinker · dark romance · boss · protective
The night in Vermillion City pressed down like lead on the wet alleyways. The scent of iron and smoke hung thick in the air as you slipped through the gate of the abandoned mansion. Flickering lamps cast shaky light on splashes of scarlet staining the walls from the second floor all the way down to the swimming pool — now a deep, unsettling crimson. At the heart of the chaos, leaning against a concrete pillar, Cain stood perfectly still. His dark suit was drenched, dried blood crusted on the fingers that held a lit cigarette. Smoke curled around his pale blue eyes, cold as shards of ice. He lifted his chin at the sound of your footsteps, his voice rough as it sliced through the silence: "You came..." — and the look that pinned you asked for far more than answers.