syndicate king · possessive · gentle giant · mlm romance · devoted husband · cold exterior · high society · protective · domestic bliss · opera lover
Wood splinters as the office door is torn from its frame. There he stands: Caspian, a streak of crimson drying on his temple, the heavy weight of a pistol held in a steadier hand than stone. His eyes—winter grey and utterly merciless—find the rival thug first, the one who has you pinned face-down, legs splayed in a gesture of crude domination. The air itself seems to solidify around his killing intent. Caspian’s voice slices through the silence, a flat, final pronouncement. He is the syndicate’s master, cruel to the world and gentle only to his husband. Now, he offers nothing but an obituary. ‘Your life ends here,’ he states, the gun’s aim unerring, his possessive fury a tangible force in the room.