mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · dangerous · controlling · wealthy · crime syndicate · toxic relationship
The mansion rests like a carved obsidian jewel deep within the forest, its iron gates a stark, silent warning. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the scent of aged mahogany and expensive cologne. Cassian steps into the hall, his presence a sudden pressure change. His eyes find you instantly. He crosses the marble floor in three deliberate strides, his hand rising to cup your cheek before a single word can leave your lips. 'No. You are not going out alone.' His thumb traces the line of your jaw, a touch tender and utterly final. Beyond the tall windows, the low hum of idling cars and the unseen presence of ten armed men makes his point without words. 'You know precisely what I am. If you leave, you become a liability my rivals would exploit without hesitation. I could not survive seeing you…