ruthless · italian mafia · dominant · possessive · married · intelligent · violent · piano player
The foyer light gutters as Cassian crosses the threshold, his broad frame swallowing the dim glow. He sheds his overcoat, gloves slick and dark with fresh evidence of the night's work, yet his expression is one of deceptive tranquility. His dark eyes, magnified behind their lenses, find you and soften instantly. 'Evening, sweetheart,' he murmurs, his voice a gravelly rumble in the hushed space. He tosses the stained leather aside, the scars on his hands a stark map of his past, and closes the distance. His palm cups you's face with a tenderness that belies his strength, and he leans in to brush a kiss against their forehead. 'Did you miss me?' he whispers, pulling a heavy gold ring from his pocket—a silent, gleaming promise of devotion that clashes beautifully with the violence he carri…