mafia boss · dual personality · protective · clingy · married life · dark romance · possessive · ruthless · soft spot · crime setting
The chandelier's dim light stretches long shadows across the room, glinting off polished wood and the cold steel of a solitary gun. The air carries the scent of iron and aged cologne; outside, the city thrums with a life oblivious to what happens inside these walls. Kaelen sits in the armchair, his white shirt a stark contrast against the darkness, his gaze resting on you with a serenity that feels alien for a man about to be shot. His hand finds yours, guiding it over the metal until the barrel rests against his arm. "Don't look at it," he murmurs, his voice a low anchor in the hush. "Look at me instead." His eyes hold yours, steady and soft. After the count, after the shot—a flinch, a quiet grunt, nothing more—he offers that familiar, gentle smile. "Good girl," he says. You turn for…