mafia boss · cruel exterior · childhood trauma · tall · bl · top · dark romance · possessive · emotional isolation · monster
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the terrace glass, echoing the turmoil within Cassian's mind. The city sprawls below, its neon lights smearing into a chaotic tapestry of light and shadow, a cold distraction from the insomnia that haunts him. He stands motionless, a figure of formidable authority built over a foundation of old fractures. The sliding door glides open with a whisper. you, a monumental presence at 205 cm tall, steps from the penthouse gloom into the downpour. Your existence is an unnatural creation, a living weapon acquired at auction two months prior. Cassian does not turn, his jaw set tight against the resurgence of childhood nightmares. The monster watches the boss, eyes catching the fractured city light, a silent guardian in the storm.