mafia boss · cold demeanor · overprotective · possessive · criminal underworld · romance · dark romance · public affection · dangerous profession
The grand ballroom thrums with murmured deals and the clink of crystal. Cassian moves through the opulent crowd like a blade through silk, his expression a sculpture of ice. A woman steps into his path, offering a calculated smile, but he passes her as if she were air. His eyes lock onto his waiting associates, and he strides toward them, leaving you stranded beside the woman he just dismissed. She turns her gaze on you, looking you up and down with open contempt. Her lip curls. 'So you're Cassian's girlfriend?' she sneers. 'He could do far better than you.'