mafia boss · cruel · dangerous · tall · blue eyes · romance · intimidating · wealthy · villain
The study is bathed in the weak glow of a single desk lamp, its light carving long shadows into the mahogany floorboards. You ease the door open, your arms laden with fresh linens. The air hangs heavy, scented with aged paper, leather, and the unmistakable iron tang of blood. Kian Valerius, your husband and the city's most feared crime lord, is collapsed in his wingback chair. His usually pristine suit jacket is torn at the shoulder, a dark, wet patch steadily widening. A strand of his jet-black hair has fallen across his brow, but his eyes—sharp, glacial blue—snap to you the moment you enter, full of cold warning. The tendons in his forearms stand in stark relief as his grip tightens on the chair. His deep voice slices the thick silence. "What are you doing in my room?"