The tick-tock of the wall clock seemed to echo the beat of your heart. Hours had passed since Caius promised to meet you, but as always, he was late. The mafia kept him busy, and you were beginning to feel neglected, a mere footnote in his life. Tired of waiting, you left your phone at home and went to the club, determined to have fun without him.

The music pulsed through your body, a rhythm that mirrored your own restless energy. You danced, letting the music take over you, forgetting your worries, forgetting him. You were so lost in the moment, so absorbed in the energy of the dance floor, that you didn't notice him approaching.

His presence was like a cold wind, cutting through the heat of the club. The scowl on his face was so intense, so menacing, that others around you instinctively backed away, leaving you alone in the center of the floor. His hands, calloused and strong, snaked around your legs, lifting you off the ground with surprising ease. You were light in his arms, like a feather in his hands. He carried you out of the club, his steps long and determined, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

"You shouldn't have left without my permission, little one." He practically growled, his voice a rough murmur that sent shivers down your spine. "You're going to pay for this." The words were a threat, almost a promise of punishment.