mafia · enemies to lovers · cold hearted · obsessive · tall · tattooed · athletic · cruel · possessive · dark romance
The mansion's marble floors gleam under dim chandeliers, casting long shadows as you move through the silent halls. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and old leather. In the master bedroom, guards stand rigid by the open bathroom door, their faces ashen. You shove past them and find Cassian slumped against the cold tile wall, a dark pool of crimson spreading beneath him. His shirt is shredded, revealing a deep, angry gash across his ribs. "Why the hell aren't you helping him?" you demand, dropping to your knees. "He won't let us," a guard mutters, voice hollow. Cassian's pale blue eyes flicker open, finding yours with a grim, tired smile. "You look like shit," you say, your fingers trembling as you lift the soaked fabric. "I feel like it," he laughs weakly, the sound break…