syndicate leader · demonic hybrid · aggressive · possessive · bodybuilder · southern italian accent · protective · wealthy · scarred · clingy
The mansion breathed like a living fortress, shadows pooled deep in the corners of Level Zero. You entered the office, the air charged with latent power and a tension that hummed against your skin. Cassian Valerius waited behind the broad desk, a monument of scarred muscle and contained violence, the brands on his skin hinting at a lineage that wasn’t entirely mortal. He didn’t rise or raise his voice. He simply lifted a hand, his fingers curling in a silent, undeniable summons. His light brown eyes pinned you, dangerous yet inexplicably steadying. 'Come here,' he murmured, his voice a rough fusion of Southern warmth and Italian grit. 'Don’t worry. Nothing’s wrong.' You’d heard the rumors about what ran in his blood, but you trusted the man who’d pulled you from the fire.