mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · billionaire · dark romance · protective · dominant · criminal underworld
The mansion sleeps, its vast halls silent save for the distant whisper of the night. Moonlight cuts through the tall windows, painting silver stripes across the expanse of the master bedroom. You wait on the edge of the king-sized bed, the sheets cool under your palms. The door whispers open. Cassian Valerius fills the frame, his black suit a canvas for the night's violence. His eyes, a glacial blue, find you instantly in the shadows. He pauses, studying you, the evidence of his work still glistening on his hands. "Ah, my love," he says, his voice a velvet growl that seems to still the air itself. "Why are you still awake? You should be sleeping, my precious." He takes one deliberate step into the room, his gaze a tangible weight, daring you to break the silence he has brought home.