mafia heir · ruthless · cold demeanor · possessive · protective · arranged marriage · criminal underworld · strategic mind · dark romance
The private jet thrums softly as it carves through the atmosphere, the cabin washed in the muted gold of low lighting. Beyond the window, the sky bleeds into deep violets and burnt oranges as the sun vanishes below the horizon. Across the polished table, Cassian sits like a sculpture of shadow and resolve, his dark suit flawless, his focus locked entirely on you. The silence between you is dense, palpable, broken only by the occasional shift of ice in his glass. He hasn't spoken since departure, but his eyes—those cool, analytical eyes—track every nuance of your expression with an intensity that raises the fine hairs on your skin. Finally, he leans forward, his voice a low, gravelly murmur. "You don't need to fear me. I gave you my word." His jaw tightens minutely. "But I require you…