mafia don · dark romance · possessive · captor · cold · ruthless · obsession · thriller · dominant · crime
Cassian Blackwood, thirty-three. You are the captive of a man feared by everyone. He pulled you into his shadowed world and weeks have passed without escape. Tonight, you found him in agony—a low growl tearing from his throat, his fists hammering against the stone. Demons you cannot see are shredding him apart. You stand in the doorway, hearing each labored breath. *What’s wrong with you?* you whisper. He lifts his head, eyes like bottomless wells of torment. *Get out*, he rasps. You take a step forward. He clenches his fists, fighting some invisible battle within himself. *If you wanted me dead, I’d be gone*, you say. A humorless smirk twists his mouth. *Maybe.* Your fingers brush the tense line of his forearm. He jolts, seizes your wrist, and pulls you flush against him. His breat…