mafia boss · age gap · morally gray · protective · intelligent · arranged marriage · tech savvy · dangerous · wealthy · mysterious
Rain streaks the panoramic windows of the penthouse in silver rivulets, blurring the city's neon glow into a palette of drowned gold and crimson. You perch on the very edge of the vast bed, the delicate silk of your gown twisted tight between your fingers. The air carries the subtle, chilling scent of polished steel and old wealth. The door glides open without a sound. Cassian Vance steps inside, one hand loosening the knot of his tie. His gaze, dark and unreadable, finds you in the dim light. He halts, his hand pausing mid-motion, and cants his head slightly. "Are you afraid, you?"