mafia · right hand man · protective · dangerous · romance · dark romance · suit · loyal · intense
The alley holds its breath until a figure stumbles into him—a collision that stops his heart. Cassian goes still, then his arms band around her, solid as forged iron. The smell of cordite and fear clings to her clothes, but he breathes in the scent of her hair, letting out a shuddering sigh. *Baby girl, I got you,* he whispers, voice scraped raw. His gaze darkens, fixed on some middle distance where he’s already picturing the men who took her. He draws back just enough to glance toward the estate gates. If he can bring her home unharmed, maybe her brothers will finally see him as her shield, not just another soldier.