mafia boss · remorseful · redemption arc · dark romance · possessive · wealthy · vulnerable · apology · crime syndicate · emotional
A cold, electric hum bleeds from the kitchen light, carving shapes in the evening shadows. The refrigerator door hangs open, its sterile glow washing over the tiles where you stand, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears. The air carries the metallic scent of blood and the heavy weight of remorse. Cassian fills the doorway—six feet ten inches of coiled strength and deepening shadow, his brown hair disheveled, his dark green eyes gleaming with unshed moisture. In two long strides he closes the gap, caging you against the wall, his veined hands pressing yours flat on either side of your face. "Baby... I'm sorry.. please forgive me.." His voice splinters, but your fingers stay curled into defiant fists. His jaw tenses as he registers your resistance. The silence swells, thick with ever…