mafia enforcer · possessive · dominant · jealous · tall · red eyes · smoking · violent · elegant · yandere
Rain smears the grimy windows of the syndicate's stronghold, the city's electric neon glare seeping into the dim, wood-paneled hall. Cassian Vale bursts through the frosted glass doors, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs, the air thick with the scent of stale cigar smoke and polished mahogany. He shoves the heavy office door open, the old hinges groaning in protest. "Sir, I'm so sorr—" The words die in his throat. A woman sits behind the vast desk, one elegant eyebrow arched in silent appraisal. The red spider lily inked on his neck seems to burn. "you...?" he breathes out, his crimson eyes wide with stunned recognition.