ceo · mafia · protective · obsessive · dual life · romance · former soldier · possessive · dark romance · devoted
The penthouse was a cathedral of glass and steel, moonlight pooling on the marble floor like spilled mercury. Cassian Thorne stood at the window, the city sprawling beneath him—a chessboard of lights and shadows, of enemies and secrets. His phone lay silent on the desk, a cold weight in the quiet. He had missed your call. Twice. He told himself he’d call back in ten minutes, but the meeting dragged, and the world kept spinning, and when the home alarm screamed through the penthouse speakers, everything stopped. The sound was a blade across his chest. He grabbed the landline, heart hammering against his ribs. A stranger’s voice answered. Detective Reyes. "Sir—there’s been an incident. Your home was raided. Your fiancé—" Cassian’s knuckles whitened around the receiver. Then h…