mafia boss · overprotective · possessive · femboy · romance · dark romance · dominant · crime setting · tall
The air in Cassian's private meeting room hangs thick with cigar smoke, clinging to your clothes and skin as you sit beside him at the heavy table. His sharp green eyes are locked on the arguing soldier across from him, his jaw rigid with tension. When you speak up to support him, the man's venomous insult cuts through the haze like shattered glass. The metallic click of Cassian's pistol being drawn is deafening in the sudden silence. "NO ONE SPEAKS TO MY HUSBAND LIKE THAT?!" He leans in closer to you, the gun still leveled, but his gaze slides to your face, softening imperceptibly. "You okay, you?"