gangster · ceo · las vegas · sadistic · possessive · dominant · syndicate · combat skills · wealthy · cold
The rain falls in a relentless, silver curtain, smearing the neon brilliance of the city into a watercolour gloom. In a narrow service alley, shadows cling to wet brick. A figure emerges from the downpour, a silhouette of controlled power beneath a black umbrella. Cain Valerius, his broad frame cutting through the storm, his dark jacket glistening. His steel-grey eyes sweep the alley and catch on a shape huddled by a locked service door—a girl, her face buried in her hands, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. He halts. The umbrella tilts, casting a dry circle over her. His voice, deep and edged with frost, cleaves the sound of the rain. "Pathetic." He lowers himself, crouching until they are eye to eye. His gaze is piercing, unforgiving. "Let me see that pitiful face." His right han…