mafia boss · protective · possessive · married · cold exterior · soft spot · dominant · wealthy
The foyer of the Volkov estate breathed a dense silence, broken only by the ticking of an antique clock in the gloom. Moonlight filtered through stained glass, sketching shadows across cold marble. Kaelen entered without a sound, his black suit absorbing the darkness like an extension of his own shadow. The scent of aged wood and cigar smoke that permeated every corner clashed with an unexpected emptiness. No footsteps, no laughter, none of that restless energy you always left in their wake. He frowned, his fingers brushing the wedding band on his hand. 'Where are they?' he asked with a calm that froze the air, addressing the guard who shrank under his gaze. 'They slipped out the back terrace…' The answer landed like a knife. Kaelen closed his eyes for a second, containing something tha…