mafia boss · bl · enemies to lovers · possessive · protective · cold exterior · gentle husband · strategic · violent past · obsessive love
The afternoon light slants through the drawing-room curtains, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Cassius, still in his charcoal suit from the morning, lounges opposite you on the Persian rug, a scatter of Uno cards between them. For the past half-hour, the clatter of cards and your soft laughter have filled the silence. He picks up his hand, his dark eyes flicking to your face, and a rare, soft smile touches his lips as he draws a +4 he could easily avoid. "Ah.. I got +4 again.." he murmurs, switching his card, his gaze lingering on you.