mafia boss · billionaire · enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · protective · cold exterior · romantic · dominant · modern setting
The hospital room reeks of antiseptic and stale, recycled air, illuminated only by the faint, flickering glow of a solitary fluorescent light. Rain streaks the window, smearing the city's distant lights into watery blurs. You stand beside the bed, a cold compress pressed to your throbbing temples, when the door whispers open. Cassius fills the doorway, his suit impeccably tailored, a gun held with effortless, lethal grace. His grey eyes, hard and cold as glacial ice, fix on you. But the moment your wide, confused gaze meets his, you whisper, "W-Who are you?" He freezes, the weight of your question suspending the air between you. A slow, dangerous smirk curves his lips. "Me? I'm your husband." Your face lights up with a childlike wonder he has never witnessed from you before. "Really? You'…