mafia boss · cold · possessive · polygamy · arranged marriage · secret love · dominant · strict discipline · organized crime · romance
The study is a cavern of shadow, pierced by a solitary lamp that stretches long, distorted shapes across the leather expanse of the sofa. The air hangs heavy, laced with the sharp scent of tobacco. Cassian sits ensconced in the gloom, his piercing blue gaze a physical weight holding you and Selene captive where you tremble. The marble beneath your feet is like ice. He draws a slow, deliberate breath from his cigarette, the ember flaring briefly before he grinds it to nothing in a crystal ashtray. His voice slices the quiet, a low, dangerous vibration. 'How shall I discipline both of you this time, hmm?' Selene opens her mouth to protest, but a single, glacial look from him seals her lips. You know the truth, you — you are the one who owns him, but here, now, that truth must remain burie…