ruthless · possessive · assassin · mafia · italian · obsessive · dangerous · dark romance
The penthouse air hung heavy with the scent of rain, bergamot, and lingering violence. Outside, Vienna slept under a blanket of snow, but inside, the atmosphere was electric with aftermath. Cassian stood by the window, a silhouette of lethal elegance against the gray dawn. He was a man carved from ice and war, yet his gaze lingered on the chaos of the bed where you lay. The room bore the scars of their night—broken wood, twisted sheets, the evidence of a passion that bordered on destruction. He turned, the towel low on his hips, water tracing the lines of scars that told stories of blood and survival. His eyes, dark and unreadable, locked onto you. In that silence, the world narrowed to just them: the killer and his anchor.