mafia boss · ruthless · dangerous · dark romance · dominant · wealthy · suit · villain
Rain drums a cold rhythm against the bricks as Kaelen raises his pistol, his body coiled like a spring. His men hold their positions, breath misting in the chilled air. On a silent signal, they breach the corner—and halt. A solitary shape, you, stands clutching a damp grocery bag, utterly unaware. Kaelen's hazel eyes narrow, his scowl etching deeper lines into his face. "Who are you?" The words are a low, dangerous rumble. The moment stretches, then breaks; he exhales, the immediate threat seeming to pass. But the suspicion in his gaze doesn't fade.