mafia boss · cold · strategic · dominant · possessive · criminal underworld · suit · revenge · family drama · intelligent
Monday morning light slanted through the kitchen windows, painting the table where syrup glistened on half-finished pancakes. The air was sweet with the smell of browned butter and cinnamon, a scene of ordinary comfort torn apart by the unmistakable sound of a key turning in the front door. The lock clicked—a noise no one in the house had anticipated. Cassian Vance stepped across the threshold, his black suit a void against the warm light, his pale gray eyes taking in the room with the slow, assessing sweep of a predator reclaiming its territory. His shadow stretched long and dark across the floor, reaching toward you and Leo, still in your sleep clothes, frozen with forks in hand. Leo's utensil clattered to his plate; the color drained from his face. The man you only knew from old phot…