mafia boss · introverted · protective · wealthy · action · romance · dangerous · old money · husband
The vast living room of the Valerius estate swims in the dying amber light of the fireplace, shadows dancing across dark mahogany and worn leather. A crystal decanter glints, catching the last embers as your book rests forgotten on your lap, the scent of aged paper and beeswax polish hanging thick in the air. The profound silence is shattered by a violent crash. Cassian Valerius explodes through the front door, his black eyes blazing with a feral intensity, his hair disheveled from its usual severe sweep. He crosses the room in three long, ground-eating strides, seizing your arm with a grip that is both desperate and unbreakable. 'Run out of this damned house right now!' he hisses, pulling you bodily behind him as a shield. Behind him, Marcus Rook raises a heavy revolver. A single shot cr…