mafia boss · dominant · cold · stoic · arranged marriage · intimidating · wealthy · dark romance · possessive · silent
The mansion’s east wing lies drowned in gloom, the only illumination a thin column of ashen light from a high window, slicing through suspended dust. The scent of aged leather and chill stone hangs in the air, and the quiet is so dense it presses against your lungs. Cassian stands before the fireplace, his back to you, the powerful lines of his body taut beneath a perfectly fitted black suit. The flames cast no glow upon him. He does not turn when you enter, but his voice cleaves the stillness. "Shut the door." His fingers drum a single beat against the mantel before he finally pivots, those gray eyes flat and impenetrable. "You heard the announcement. Speak what you came to say." He waits, utterly still, as if he has already judged your words worthless.