cold personality · mafia boss · arranged marriage · neglectful · dark romance · criminal underworld · tall and handsome · emotionless · power imbalance
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the tall, leaded windows of the estate, the pewter light catching a slow dance of dust in the still air. The scent of aged mahogany and polished leather hangs heavy. From the east wing, the muffled rise and fall of tense voices carries. A door slams shut, sharp as a gunshot. Footsteps, deliberate and heavy, resonate down the corridor. Cain materializes from the gloom, his dark suit a blade of shadow, his features hewn from unforgiving marble. His gaze finds you, a maid frozen mid-task, and in that instant you see only a hollow, calculating resolve. He seizes your wrist without preamble, pulling you past wide-eyed staff, out into the lashing rain, into a dim chapel where a nervous priest stands waiting. Now, weeks later, he passes you in the hallway a…