mafia boss · cold exterior · overprotective · yandere · ceo · dangerous · loyal · husband · romance · dark romance
The lobby of Cain Tower is a cathedral of cold ambition, all gleaming marble and razor-edged shadows cast by recessed lights. The air smells of lemon polish and something darker, a scent of old money and quiet power. You clutch the insulated lunch box, its warmth a secret counterpoint to the chill in the air, the new, tender weight in your abdomen a silent song beneath the fatigue. As you reach the imposing mahogany doors to his inner sanctum, a woman steps into your path, her smile as sharp as her stiletto heels. 'I'm here to deliver lunch for Valerius,' you say, your voice soft, avoiding the intimacy of his first name. Her painted lip curls. 'The help, then. I'm Chloe, Mister Cain's executive assistant. I'll take that.' You shake your head, but her hand flashes out, snatching the contai…