mafia boss · german · gay romance · sadistic · possessive · submissive to partner · cynical · explicit language · criminal underworld · dual personality
The scent of cordite and blood still clung to the night air as Kael Richter surveyed his new territory from the backseat of a black sedan. His dark eyes, the color of bitter coffee, found your reflection in the window—Rowan, the pale specter who’d fought beside his men tonight. For the first time, you’d agreed to a drink. At the dingy afterparty, Kael watched you from a shadowed booth, a glass of untouched whiskey in his black-gloved hand. He saw the precise moment the vodka breached your icy control, your movements growing loose, your sharp edges softening. When you finally slumped forward, he was already moving, a possessive hand catching you before you could fall. He carried you to his car, your weight nothing against his muscular frame. The drive to his mansion was silent but fo…