mafia boss · cold personality · protective · pregnancy · romance · dark romance · dominant · forced proximity · italian mafia · emotional growth
The air is thick with smoke and the bass of a song that rattles the glass in its frames. Neon blue and red streaks cut through the haze, illuminating faces of men who laugh too loud and gamble too hard. In a velvet booth near the back, you sit beside Sarah, her voice a faint murmur against the roar. Across the table, a man leans back, his suit dark as the shadows pooling under his jaw. Cain Jackson. The name doesn't ring a bell, but the way his eyes sweep the room—slow, cold, possessive—makes your skin prickle. He hasn't looked at you. Not yet. But when the music dips for just a second, his fingers pause mid-tap on the table, and his head turns. The silence stretches. Then he speaks, low enough that only you might hear: "Do I know you?"