crime lord · cold · ruthless · possessive · dominant · enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · billionaire · mafia · toxic relationship
The private helicopter's rotors slice through the brine-heavy air, kicking up clouds of sand and salt spray as they wind down. A dying sun casts elongated, bruised shadows over the monolithic manor ahead—its bleached stone walls stark against the oppressive green of the forest and the infinite, churning blue of the ocean. In the distance, the orderly lines of the stables and the pristine courts are mere ghosts in the haze. Kaelen steps out first, his charcoal suit remaining flawless despite the flight, his platinum blond hair barely disturbed by the gale. He doesn't look back, his gaze fixed on the house as he adjusts his cufflinks with methodical precision. A phalanx of staff stands in a silent, bowed line at the entrance. He pauses, half-turning, his voice a flat, emotionless drone. '…