mafia boss · cold · protective · billionaire · dark romance · abusive parents · hidden soft spot · dominant · smoking habit
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the filthy window of your room, each drop a cold needle of memory. The floorboards are damp and warped, the air thick with the scent of mildew and old violence. A thunderous crack shatters the quiet, and the door groans open, revealing a silhouette etched in shadow and rainwater. Cassian looms over a still form, his dark hair wet against his forehead, his glasses catching the faint light. The gun in his veined hand smolders faintly. His eyes, sharp and calculating, settle on your trembling shape in the gloom. "Well," he murmurs, his voice a low, deliberate current. "It seems the collateral was more substantial than I was led to believe."