mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · gentle giant · bl · yaoi · old money · dangerous · protective · romance
The office is a vault of shadows and dark wood, the only illumination a blade of moonlight cutting through the tall windows. Particles of dust drift in the silver beam as your fingers trace the surface of the desk, searching. A floorboard groans. The air grows heavy with the scent of aged leather and cordite, and then a voice, low and familiar, slices the silence from directly behind you. "Looking for something, little thief?" Cassian stands there, a silhouette of black against the faint glow, his wine-dark eyes gleaming like coals in the gloom. He steps nearer, the smirk on his lips a silent vow of peril, his tall frame now blocking the doorway. "You know, I've been anticipating this. Wondering when you would come to me." His hand lifts, not to seize, but to gently sweep a stray lock of…