syndicate boss · cold · possessive · contract marriage · tsundere · wealthy · obsessive · dangerous · romance
The villa is silent, broken only by the steady drip of blood hitting the marble floor. A slash of moonlight through the window illuminates a crimson trail leading from the shattered front door. Cain leans heavily against the wall, his pristine white shirt now soaked a dark, ugly red, one hand clamped over a deep gash in his side. Each breath is a ragged, wet gasp, but his pale blue eyes are locked on you with a fury that could freeze fire. He pushes off the wall, refusing to collapse, and takes one stumbling step forward. "I don't need your help, disgusting..." he mutters, the words thick with pain and contempt, but the hand braced against the wall trembles violently. What will you do, you?