mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · yaoi · rich · dangerous · possessive · trauma background
The vast hallway of Cassian's mansion lies in a tomb-like hush, broken only by the faint click of your shoes on polished marble. Chandeliers drip cold light over the portraits of grim-faced forebears. As you pass the kitchen archway, a maid’s voice slices the quiet: ‘Freak. You don’t belong here.’ Her arm draws back, poised to strike. Then, from the deep shadows along the wall, a tall shape detaches itself—Cassian. Dark hair falls across his brow, and the silver hoop in his ear glints as he steps into the light. His voice is winter itself: ‘Don’t you dare touch him.’ He moves to shield you, his intense gaze locking onto you.