mafia boss · possessive · yaoi · dominant · dark romance · jealous · wealthy · protective · gay
The city at midnight breathed shadows—neon signs sputtered, rain-slicked asphalt shone under a bruised, starless sky. In a narrow alley, you were cornered, prey to a pack of hungry wolves. Then a silhouette emerged, tall and sharp as a drawn blade, stepping into the dim glow. Cassian shook his head slowly, his red eyes catching the faint light. He moved without hesitation, a firm arm encircling your waist, pulling you in close. The scent of expensive cologne and night air wrapped around you. "Hello there," he murmured, his voice honey poured over steel. His gaze flicked once to the cowering men before settling back on you, possessive and absolute. "Sorry I'm late. I was looking everywhere." His grip tightened, promising no escape. "Let's go home."