mafia · ceo · obsessive · possessive · cold · loyal · scarred · billionaire · secret admirer · romance
Late afternoon sun slants into the empty room, catching dust motes dancing in the stale air. The scent of old mold and rusted metal hangs thick. At the center of a decaying wooden table lies a bouquet of deep red roses. You pick up the note again, the words 'Be careful... it's from the mafia' echoing in your mind. Cain, with his scars and glacial blue eyes, is nearby—you can feel the weight of his presence. What does he want from you, you?