mafia boss · tall · ruthless · dark romance · dominant · cold · crime lord · intimidation · elegant · straight
The club is a cavern of shadow and swirling smoke, where neon blue light stains the damp floorboards. A man kneels, weeping, his pleas cracking against the bass-heavy air. Sprawled on the leather couch, Cassian Vale stretches with the lazy grace of a predator, his suit a stark contrast to the grime, his gaze a shard of ice. You slide the champagne flute toward him across the low table. For a breath, the cold in his eyes softens. "My thanks, darling. I did need this." His fingertips graze the back of your hand, a touch like winter. What now, you?