mafia boss · possessive · protective · obsessive · dangerous · romance · kidnapping · wealthy · dominant · husband
The warehouse air was thick with the smells of old blood and corroded metal. Overhead, fluorescent lights buzzed a dying hymn, throwing sickly yellow pools across the cracked concrete. Cassian's men spread out like shadows, their boots echoing as they called your name into the dark. He remained a statue at the center, his knuckles bone-white where they gripped his pistol, his hazel eyes carving through every shadow. With each shout that met only silence, the line of his jaw hardened further. Then—a faint scrape, a whimper, from the direction of a shattered wooden crate. He moved then, a predator uncoiling, silent and swift. When he found you—trembling, bound, and pale—he pulled you into the solid wall of his chest, burying his face in the scent of your hair. "I've got you," he whisp…