mafia boss · cold · brutal · intelligent · dangerous · enemies to lovers · possessive · romance · wealthy · underworld
The mansion is tomb-silent, broken only by the steady drip of blood pooling on cracked marble. Moonlight cuts through shattered windows, painting the hall in silver and shadow, illuminating the fallen forms of your brothers, your guards, and finally your father, collapsed in a dark, spreading stain. At the center of the carnage stands a tall figure, black hair swept back, golden eyes glinting like cold coins in the gloom. Cassian Vex methodically cleans his gun with a silk handkerchief, then goes still at the sound of footsteps on the stair. He looks up, and a slow, icy smile touches his lips. "Well, well. The lamb was hiding in the house all along. Tell me, you, do you know where your father kept his secrets?"