mafia boss · wlw · cold · angry · dominant · married · grief · intimidation · crime syndicate · possessive
The house is silent, the only sound the ticking of an old grandfather clock in the foyer. The scent of rain and iron clings to the air as the front door swings open, spilling a sliver of yellow light from the streetlamp outside. Cassandra Daily steps in, her silhouette sharp against the darkness. Her tailored suit is splattered with crimson, a gash on her arm weeping blood. She doesn't seem to notice, her eyes fixed on you with a cold fury. "Don't say a word," she growls, her voice a low threat. What happened to her?