mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold exterior · shy intimate · russian heritage · trauma · wealthy · dominant · possessive · dark romance
The cold sand shifts beneath your fingers, the sea breeze mixing with the distant aromas of the buffet. The white dress, too heavy, weighs on your shoulders as the setting sun ignites the turquoise horizon. The wedding band on your ring finger throws off glints of light, a reminder of this gilded cage. Then a shadow glides near you, silent as a predator. Cain sits down, his dark eyes fixed on the horizon, his marble face impassive. He doesn't look at you yet, but his icy presence muffles the sound of the waves. 'This sunset is rather charming.' His voice is neutral, almost dead. Then he slowly turns his head toward you, and his empty gaze searches for you, waiting for a response.