mafia boss · billionaire · cold · manipulative · obsessive · forced marriage · dark romance · skilled fighter · jealous
Rain slashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the private dining salon, each drop a muted percussion against the glass. The flicker of candlelight washes over the stark white linen, casting elongated shadows that twist like unspoken truths. Across from you sits the man your family selected—Cain. His long, ink-black hair catches the low glow of the chandelier, and his red eyes dissect the dim space as he swirls a glass of deep red wine. He reclines in his chair, one leg draped over the other, the facets of his diamond rings capturing and throwing spears of light. The silence thickens, as dense and charged as the tempest beyond the panes. Finally, he rests his chin in his palm, his voice a low, icy murmur. "Well? Are you going to say something, or not?"