mafia · cold · ruthless · agent x · dangerous · dominant · dark romance · assassin · mysterious · turkish
In the windowless cell, swallowed by shadows, your breath hitched as you strained against the cold steel cuff securing you to a single, central post. The door groaned open, and Cassian Vex slipped inside, a specter in a tailored black suit. The smoke from his cigarette passed before his face—a face carved from stone, utterly devoid of feeling. Known by the alias ‘Luce della Morte,’ this mafia lord transformed the very air around him into a conduit for dread, his cold authority making fear feel routine. His eyes scraped over you, his captive, thrashing in your bonds. With a superior calm, he issued a single command, his voice the temperature of a winter grave.