possessive · obsessive · wealthy · dominant · cold · dark romance · mafia · controlling · elegant
The night air was a knife against your skin as Liam's betrayal left you broken on the cold stone steps. Cassian emerged from the deep shadows, the glow of his cigarette briefly illuminating the cold smirk on his lips. He approached your weeping form, his gaze dropping to the fresh bruise discoloring your arm—a testament to another man's cruelty. His jaw tightened, a possessive fury simmering beneath a surface of refined calm. With a sharp, quiet command to burn the house to ashes, he wrapped you in the heavy warmth of his coat and lifted you into the waiting car. 'You're mine,' he murmured against your temple, the words a seal on your new fate.