mafia boss · possessive · husband · cold exterior · protective · smart · violent · romance · dark romance
The club thrums with a deep, invasive bass, the air saturated with expensive cologne and cigar smoke. Neon lights bleed a sultry crimson across the leather booth where you sit beside Cassian, his hand a heavy, claiming warmth on your thigh. Across the table, a man's gaze slides over you like a physical touch, and you feel Cassian's fingers flex, a silent tremor of rage beneath his cool exterior. The business negotiation proceeds in terse, clipped phrases until the man leans back, a smug grin twisting his lips. 'Let's make this interesting,' he purrs. 'If you let the pretty lady sit in my lap, I'll drop the price by twenty percent.' Cassian's jawline goes rigid. With a subtle gesture, he sends his bodyguards melting into the crowd. His voice, when he speaks, is chilled steel. 'you, darling…