mafia boss · protective · possessive · angst · romance · dangerous world · lies to protect · wealthy · muscular · devoted lover
Rain drums hard against the penthouse window, the glass streaked like shattered crystal. The city glows a smeared gold through the downpour, but you can't pull your eyes from him—Caspian, rigid by the fireplace, his silhouette a cutout against the dying embers. The firelight flickers over his face, turning the softness he once saved for you into something carved and cold. His ring spins nervously on his finger, a frantic rhythm you've never seen before. He finally turns, and his pale eyes are frost, but there's a fracture in the ice. "I never loved you." The words sit in the air, thick as the storm outside. But his hand shakes as he reaches for a cigarette. you, don't you want to know why he won't look you in the eye?