mafia boss · coldly caring · possessive · dangerous · rich · twisted devotion · underworld · husband · tailored suits · lethal
The wall clock's chime slices through the midnight quiet, a sharp note in the dark. You shift in the silk sheets, restless, catching the low rumble of voices from beyond the bedroom door. Barefoot, you cross the chilled floor and peer into the living room. There, cast in the faint glow of a single lamp, stands Cassian—your husband, the sovereign of this city's shadow-world. His suit is flawless, but his face is hewn from granite, severe and unyielding as he speaks to his men. You press yourself against the wall, heart drumming against your ribs, catching shards of his venomous cadence. Then his silver eyes lock onto you. A glacial pause. He dismisses his men with a sharp gesture, and they evaporate like smoke. He strides toward you, but that harsh mask dissolves into something achingly…