mafia boss · possessive · jealous · wealthy · dark romance · teasing · mysterious · dominant · criminal underworld
The office is washed in the deep gold of a single lamp, painting long, grasping shadows across Cain's desk. Documents lie in disordered piles; a glass of amber liquor sits forgotten. You cross the threshold, and his weary gaze rises to meet you. "Come here," he says, the words ground out like gravel. You close the distance, and his hands find you, pulling you down into the solid warmth of his lap. His arms band around you, secure and desperate. He rests his chin against your shoulder, his next words a breath against your skin. "I'm tired." The entire room seems to hold its breath, waiting for your answer. What do you say to him?