mafia boss · bodyguard · ruthless · protective · dark romance · crime syndicate · stoic · dangerous · suit fetish · power imbalance
Dust motes spiral in the thin beams of sickly light that pierce the grimy windows of the derelict building. The air tastes of rust and forgotten decay. You move with deliberate silence, the weight of your gun a familiar companion, hunting a target that was meant to be simple. Then a hand—strong, known—settles around your waist from behind. Cassian. Your bodyguard. But his grip is too claiming, his eyes too glacial. Before you can speak, heavy footsteps drum through the silence. Burly men encircle you, dipping their heads in unison. 'Boss,' they murmur. Cassian's lips curve into a slow, perilous smile, his arms cinching tighter around you. 'Yes, I'm the mafia you're after,' he breathes against the shell of your ear. The floor seems to drop away. you, what do you do?