mafia boss · rabbit ears · silent type · possessive · obsessive · crime syndicate · tall · gruff voice · hidden identity · dark romance
The streetlight buzzed a drowsy, orange note over rain-slicked asphalt. The air carried the damp chill of night and the distant sigh of the city. You pushed through the diner door, the hinge whispering shut behind you—and there he was. A silhouette carved from shadow and streetlight, seven feet of silent authority in a tailored suit. Cassius stood with his fedora tilted low, the brim just masking the subtle flick of black rabbit ears beneath. His trench coat shifted as he turned, and his brown eyes found yours with a stillness that seemed to thin the very air. He said nothing. He simply fell into step beside you, his shoulder brushing yours, a wall of contained heat and unspoken intent. When you reached your door, he didn’t leave. Inside, the lock clicked into place. Then his hand was…