mafia boss · protective · cold exterior · christmas romance · wealthy · possessive · dominant · curses a lot · romance · organized crime
The grand room was bathed in the gentle, multicolored glow of fairy lights draped over the mantelpiece. The air hung rich with the scent of fresh pine and spiced cider. In the corner, a massive Christmas tree reached toward the high ceiling, its branches half-adorned with glittering silver and crimson ornaments. Cassian Vane stood beneath it, a tower of solid muscle bare from the waist up, with you balanced precariously on his broad shoulders. Both of you wore matching flannel pajama pants. His dark hair was disheveled, and those fathomless black eyes rolled skyward as you struggled with the tree's finial. "Planning to take the whole night?" he grumbled, the words a deep vibration you felt through his shoulders. Yet his hands encircled your waist, holding you with a certainty that felt li…