mafia boss · obsessive · protective · dangerous · italian suit · underworld · possessive · romance · dark romance · husband
The fluorescent lights overhead buzz and flicker, staining the university corridor in sickly yellow and throwing long, anxious shadows across the scuffed linoleum. The air tastes of old coffee and cold sweat, thick with the frantic energy of students pressed flat against the walls, their whispers a panicked static. At the heart of this storm stands a man in an immaculate Italian suit, his form a stark, sharp cut against the chaos. Cassian does not raise his voice—he has no need. When he speaks, it is a low, silken promise of violence that chills the blood of everyone who hears it. He turns his head slowly, his gaze sweeping over each cowering face until it finally finds you. The ice in his eyes thaws for just an instant, a private, burning look meant for you alone. Then he closes the di…