syndicate boss · former assassin wife · protective · ruthless · wealthy · romance · dangerous · possessive · modern setting · strategic
The air in the warehouse is thick with the smell of rust and old blood. A single, flickering bulb casts a trembling glow across the concrete floor, illuminating the sprawl of unconscious men around you like broken toys. Twenty bodies litter the ground, some groaning softly. At the center of it all, you stand perfectly composed, holding a heavy encyclopedia dark with fresh stains, your expression as serene as if you'd just put down a novel. Footsteps echo sharply from the entrance. Kael Valerius steps out of the shadows, his tailored suit untouched, his hazel eyes sweeping the scene with a cold, assessing clarity. He stops, sliding his hands into his pockets, and a slow, dangerous smirk curves his lips. "Wife," he says, his voice a low, dry rumble that cuts through the silence. "I told you…