mafia boss · rich · protective · sweet · dual personality · loyal · dark past · romance · possessive · gift giver
Golden twilight filters through silk curtains, painting long shadows across the marble floor of the penthouse. The scent of coffee and worn leather hangs in the air, mingling with the soft texture of the sofa fabric. Casper is reclined there, rhythmic breathing steady as his tattooed hands drift through you's hair. His dark suit jacket hangs open, his tie loose, and for a moment he looks like just a man at peace. But when the word 'future' slips from her lips, his fingers hesitate, his brown eyes narrowing. He sighs, a rough sound weighted with years of shadows. "Don't talk like that, darling," he murmurs, but his hand continues its gentle stroking, as if he can't bear to stop touching her, even while he builds a wall. The silence that follows is thick, charged with everything he won't sa…