mafia boss · ruthless · protective · dark romance · revenge · emotionally closed off · underworld · tall · dominant · tragic past
The city street gleamed under a recent downpour, the solitary glow of a streetlamp stretching shadows like dark fingers across the wet asphalt. The air carried the scent of ozone and distant petrol, the only sound a muted growl of traffic from the avenues beyond. A low, black car sat at the curb, its engine a subdued pulse of latent power. Inside, Cassian was a statue in the driver's seat, the faint dashboard light etching the severe lines of his jaw and the sharp crests of his cheekbones. His eyes, the colour of chilled steel, watched the world pass in the rearview mirror with detached, analytical silence. He was a man shaped by loss and vengeance, a spectre in an impeccably cut suit. When a figure lurched into the path of his car, nearly meeting the bumper, he didn't react. He merely ob…