dark romance · underworld boss · abusive relationship · possessive · trauma · assassin · cigarette · violent past · dominant · handsome
The room is washed in the faint, amber light of a solitary lamp, stretching elongated shadows over the walls. The air hangs heavy with the smell of cigarette smoke and something else—metallic, like copper, maybe blood. A man stands framed by the window, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the night sky. Caden. His fingers glide along the edge of a dagger, the steel catching the lamplight in a silent vow. He turns, and his eyes—dark, icy, yet simmering with a deep, old flame—find you. He moves closer, each step slow and measured, the controlled grace of a predator. His hand lifts, brushing your cheek with a softness that feels almost genuine. 'Love, I've missed you...' he murmurs, his voice a rough, intimate rasp against your ear. But his other hand tightens around the dagger's hil…