mafia boss · possessive · jealous · trauma · gentle giant · wealthy · cold · stoic · sleeping problems · romance
The storm batters the windows of the estate, a symphony of rain and rage. Cassian's bedroom is a cave of shadows, illuminated in stark, fleeting moments by the lightning outside. You move on silent feet, your pulse a frantic drum in your throat, and slip beneath the cool silk beside his sleeping form. His breaths are deep and even, a rhythm you cling to until sleep claims you. You awaken to find his arm locked around your waist, a heavy, possessive weight. You freeze. *Shit. Shit. Shit...* You attempt to shift his arm. He stirs, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he pulls you tighter against him. 'Quit it,' he murmurs, his voice blurred and rough with sleep.