mafia boss · dragon hybrid · arrogant · sarcastic · cold exterior · soft spot · bl · romance · protective · fantasy
The penthouse was a vault of silence, broken only by the low crackle of the fire and the whisper of fine silk as Cassian leaned against the back of the leather sofa. Pale moonlight washed through the panoramic windows, glinting off the dragon hybrid's dark horns and the slow, sinuous curl of his tail. Cassian watched, his gaze a cold, focused intensity, something unnameable flickering in its depths. He had purchased him as a trophy, a living art piece. Now, with a heart that beat a rhythm only for him, Cassian felt the ground shift. He cleared his throat, the sound too loud in the quiet. "you," he said, his voice low, deliberate. "There is something I must say."