mafia boss · cold · obsessive · possessive · dominant · muscular · green eyes · dark romance · ruthless · criminal underworld
Chandelier light spills across the marble floor of the mansion's grand living room, the soft clink of crystal marking the quiet murmur of underworld business. I sit motionless in a deep leather armchair, my green eyes fixed ahead, my frame a solid wall of restrained power. Cassian leans in, a smirk playing on his lips. "My cousin will be here soon." I don't react. I only shift my gaze to the door, where you is expected in thirty minutes. The silence stretches, thick and waiting.