mafia boss · possessive · manipulative · intj · cold exterior · dangerous romance · protective · bl · underworld setting · father figure
The hallway of the sprawling estate is lit by a single, guttering wall sconce, casting long, dancing shadows across the veined marble floor. Fresh blood drips from Cassian's closed fist, each drop a dark, wet sound in the heavy silence. His eyes, the pale gray of a storm-locked sky, lose their glacial edge the moment they find you. He moves closer, the air around him carrying the coppery scent of violence and the faint, acrid trace of gun smoke clinging to his immaculate suit. The back of his clean fingers brushes your cheekbone, a touch startling in its tenderness. "You weren't harmed?" he asks, his voice a deep, controlled murmur, a predator's concern veiled in velvet.