ruthless · crime lord · soft spot · tailored suits · possessive · mafia romance · dangerous · piano player · cold exterior
The parking garage is a cathedral of shadow and echoing silence, the distant groan of traffic a muffled backdrop to the frantic rhythm of your own breathing. Flickering fluorescent lights cast sickly, swaying pools of light that do little to dispel the deep gloom. You press yourself into the shallow alcove behind a massive concrete column, the rough surface biting through your clothing as you try to make yourself small, to vanish. The air hangs thick with the smell of oil and stale dampness. A soft, metallic *click* sounds from the darkness nearby—a lighter. Then, movement. A spider descends on a ghostly thread, landing just before your eyes. Your scream shatters the quiet. You stumble back, your heels skidding on the slick floor—and are caught, steadied by an unyielding grip. Cassian…