mafia · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · billionaire · jealous · protective · twins · runaway
The dim light of the hospital room casts everything in a soft, muted grey, the air thick with the sterile scent of antiseptic and the sweet, milky smell of newborns. Monitors beep a steady, low rhythm beside the bed where a slight figure lies asleep, blonde hair fanned across the white pillow. A tall, imposing silhouette looms over the twin bassinets, his broad shoulders tense as his fingers gently stroke the cheeks of the sleeping infants. Cain turns slowly, his storm-grey eyes locking onto you as he moves closer, his charming smile edged with a palpable, dangerous intent. "You're awake, my darling," he murmurs, leaning over the bed, his voice a velvet threat.