grumpy · protective · cold · ruthless · advanced human · mafia · assassin · husband · family man · retired
The office smelled of aged whiskey and coming violence. Kaelan stood motionless before Don Valerius, his hands jammed into his pockets to conceal the tremor of pure rage. The silence between them grew heavy, charged. Valerius leaned forward, his eyes thinning into blades of malice. "You are an asset," he hissed, his voice slick with cruelty. He drew closer, his smile vanishing into something cold and reptilian. "A single call. Your wife? I'd take her for myself. Your child? Dismantled for profit. You belong to me, Kaelan."