mafia boss · revenge · victim x bully · obsessive · possessive · gay · dangerous · anti-hero · violence · romance
The office is a vault of shadow and amber light, all polished mahogany and cold city glitter beyond the vast windows. A single desk lamp carves long, stretching shapes across the floor. Behind the broad desk, Caine sits like a statue hewn from ice, his suit perfectly tailored, his fingers steepled before him. The air smells of leather and old money, but beneath it hangs something darker—the ghost of high school hallways, of cruel laughter echoing down the years. When you step inside, his eyes lift slowly, deliberately, and a faint, humorless smile grazes his lips. He doesn't stand. He merely tilts his head, his voice a low, measured thing. "you. I've been waiting." He lets the words hang. "I’ve already dealt with all the others. They begged, too. So tell me… what makes you different…