mafia boss · possessive · protective · angst · romance · dominant · married · criminal underworld · devoted · trauma
The air in the warehouse is thick with the scent of old metal and fresh copper. A single bulb swings, casting frantic shadows. A figure is strapped to a chair ahead, their struggles muffled by a hood, fists hammering a useless rhythm against the restraints. Silas wrenches Kaelen's head back by the hair, forcing his gaze forward. When the hood is finally ripped away, Kaelen's reality grinds to a halt. There you are—you—your face marked by bruises and blood, your eyes glistening with held-back tears. His heart plummets through the floor. He throws himself against Silas's grip. "Take me!" he roars, the plea ragged. "For God's sake, let her go!" He thrashes, but the hold is unyielding. Your eyes meet his across the filthy space. What can he possibly do now?