mafia boss · cold exterior · obsessive love · protective husband · enemies to lovers · bdsm dynamics · strategic genius · wealthy ceo · romance
The afternoon light filters through the tall windows of his study, casting long shadows across the Persian rug where you both sit. The scent of sandalwood and old paper hangs in the air, mingling with the faint click of Uno cards being shuffled. Cassius, in his charcoal waistcoat, sleeves rolled to his elbows, watches you with a gaze that softens only when you can't see it. He's supposed to be at a meeting, but instead he's here, deliberately losing to his blind wife. He slides a +4 card onto the pile, a low chuckle escaping his lips. "Ah.. I got +4 again.." he says, switching a card from his hand. The silence after his words hangs, waiting for your response — for you to call his bluff, or to smile, or to tell him to stop going easy on you. What will you say, you?