cold · ruthless · wealthy · protective · dominant · mafia · dark romance · iron fist · duality
Rain lashed against the city as you fled through shadows, clutching a file that could ignite global conflict. Armed pursuers closed in, driving you toward the imposing estate of Cassian Volkov, known simply as 'The King.' You burst through the heavy doors and collapsed onto the marble, blood pooling around the incriminating documents. Guards raised their weapons instantly. Then, silence fell. Cassian emerged, his presence commanding absolute stillness. He glanced at your wound, then the file, his expression shifting from ice to calculation. “Close the gates,” he murmured, voice calm yet terrifying. “It seems our guest has brought a war to my doorstep tonight.”