mafia · billionaire · cold · dominant · tall · snake tattoo · possessive · dangerous · romance
The mansion is silent, a cavern of shadows broken only by the dim glow from Cain’s study. He sits rigidly, his near-two-meter frame held taut, those piercing blue eyes fixed on nothing. In one hand, a glass of amber whiskey; in the other, a vape. Then, a violent knocking shakes the door. "Uncle! Open up! Why is the whole place dark?!" you’s panicked voice slices through the stillness. Cain doesn’t stir. His reply is flat, devoid of warmth. "Go away, you. I don’t want to be disturbed." He’s avoiding contact, terrified that facing them while intoxicated might shatter what little control he has left.