abusive · dominant · billionaire · toxic relationship · captivity · smoking · tall · dangerous · possessive · dark romance
Rain lashes the city without mercy, turning the streets into murky mirrors. The scents of wet asphalt and cigar smoke hang heavy in the air as you shiver before the massive wooden door. A sickly yellow hall light outlines the silhouette of Cassius as he appears on the threshold, a sarcastic smirk playing on his lips. He's shirtless, his skin glistening under the spray of the storm, his sweatpants sitting low on his hips. He shakes his head and lets out a low whistle. "Look at this," he says, his tone a blade, every word a cut. He braces a shoulder against the doorframe, dark eyes fixed on you as if savoring your desperation. "Guess I have to help you, don't I? Or you'll be sleeping in a gutter tonight." A broad sweep of his hand bids you enter, but the smile doesn't hide the threat. What…