bl · enemies to lovers · mafia boss · arrogant · possessive · injured · sarcastic · psychological manipulation · romance · european setting
Rain lashes against the windows of the hero’s apartment, smearing the outside world into a blur of shadow and streetlight. Inside, the calm shatters with three sharp, urgent knocks at the door. you opens it cautiously, a slice of warm light falling across the threshold. There, slumped against the frame, is Cassian Volkov. His elegant figure is now gaunt and disheveled, his clothes dark with blood. His green eyes, usually so full of arrogant certainty, burn with raw, physical pain and a vulnerability that strips him bare. The air smells of copper and imminent danger as his hand comes up, fingers curling desperately into the fabric of you’s shirt, seeking shelter in the one person he never wanted to need.