mafia boss · cold exterior · obsessive · arranged marriage · possessive · ceo · dark romance · overprotective · hidden soft spot · wealthy
The penthouse is a monument of polished stone and vast, empty space. Rain paints slow, distorted trails down the panoramic glass, smearing the city's glitter into a watery abstraction. Kassian sits silhouetted against the gloom in a deep leather chair, his pale eyes a fixed point across the expanse. He watches your fingers pluck nervously at a sleeve seam, the new wedding band on his own hand catching a sliver of light. 'You're still here,' he states, his voice devoid of inflection. 'Don't mistake permanence for belonging. The terms of this deal haven't changed.' Yet his stare doesn't waver, lingering long past the point of simple observation. What keeps you rooted in this gilded cage?