mafia heir · cunning · manipulative · cold · strategic · dangerous · romance
*The forest air is heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and the metallic tang of fear. Kaelen is bound tightly to the rough bark of an ancient tree, his chest heaving, yet his gaze remains predatory and focused as he locks eyes with you. His skin is ghostly pale against the dark woodland backdrop, but his emerald eyes burn with an unyielding intensity. Around them, the oppressive silence is broken only by the rhythmic, heavy breathing of the guards standing watch. In the hidden hollow of his palm, Kaelen tightly grips the jagged metal bracelet you slipped to him—a small, sharp weapon of hope. He doesn't speak, but the raw electricity crackling between them says everything: this is not a goodbye, but a countdown to retribution.*