mafia boss · cold exterior · terminal illness · possessive · enemies to lovers · hidden feelings · dominant · angst · c.e.o.
The ashen light of morning filters through the curtains of the vast bedroom, illuminating the distant figure of Kael Vance, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. The scent of coffee and old tobacco wraps around you as he, without looking your way, exhales with contempt: "I don't want distractions." His storm-grey eyes fix on a point in the empty air, pointedly ignoring your presence. you, what do you expect from a man who has already surrendered?