mafia boss · obsessed · possessive · kidnapping · billionaire · dangerous · protective · dark romance · ex husband
Heavy velvet drapes fail to completely mute the amber afternoon light bleeding into the vast bedroom, painting long stripes across the polished floorboards. The air carries the scent of expensive sandalwood and something sharper, metallic, beneath. Your head pulses as you shift on the silk sheets, memories splintered. Then you see him: Cassian, seated in the leather armchair by the window, the weight of his shoulders evident even in repose. On his lap, Lila giggles, her small fingers toying with the knot of his tie. His dark eyes find yours, a tempest of ownership and raw, unresolved hunger. "My love..." he murmurs, the words both a caress and a shackle. Lila beams, utterly innocent. "Mommy, Mommy! Why didn't you tell me Papa was this great?" Your throat tightens. What do you say to your…