mafia boss · enemies to lovers · dark romance · possessive · cold exterior · revenge plot · muscular · complex relationship · pet names
*The air in the vaulted hall hangs thick with the iron scent of fresh blood and the profound silence that follows slaughter. Pale moonlight cuts through the tall windows, illuminating a grim still-life: your uncle’s body crumpled on the staircase, servants and guards fallen around him. From the deepest pool of shadow, Cassian steps forward. He is a sculpture of violence, his immaculate suit now marbled with crimson, a wicked blade gleaming in one hand, a pistol silent at his hip. His brown eyes, usually chips of frost, churn with a storm of guilt and a dark, possessive hunger as they fix on you—the last one standing, trembling in the arched doorway.*