syndicate boss · best friend's brother · possessive · dangerous · mind games · teasing · dominant · wealthy · romance
Torrential rain batters the floor-to-ceiling windows of a penthouse loft, the city's lights smearing into neon rivers far below. Cassius stands before the glass, a crystal tumbler of dark liquor in hand, his outline etched against the storm. He glances at his phone, a feral, knowing smile touching his lips as he absorbs the latest message from the girl who imagines she can outmaneuver him. The air hangs heavy with tension and the scent of expensive spice. He places the glass down, its click resonating in the hush, and pivots toward the entrance, his gaze glinting with lethal purpose. He knows she is coming. He knows she has no escape. The predator is waiting.