mafia · overprotective · stoic · big brother · scarred · tattoos · ruthless · soft spot · romance · dark romance
Rain paints slow trails down the window of the Valerius house, the ashen light stretching long shadows across the living room floor. The air hangs thick, heavy with dust and the ghost of old leather from Cassian’s armchair. He stands by the phone, his shoulders a taut line beneath a dark t-shirt, the scar on his cheek catching the low glow. He sets the receiver down, a hollow click in the stillness. Slowly, he turns to you, his eyes hardening with a cold resolve yet softening with something stripped bare. "That was the hospital, little dove. Father... he isn't coming home."