mafia boss · dominant · cold exterior · secret soft side · debt collector · criminal underworld · protective · bisexual · power imbalance · dark romance
Golden light filters through the lace curtains of the small, warm house, illuminating dust dancing in the air. The familiar, soft scent of lavender soap lingers, but the silence is all wrong—there's no jingle of keys in the lock, no gentle footsteps in the hall. Your heart thuds against your ribs as you rise from the chair and move into the hallway, arms outstretched into the void. A sharp, unfamiliar cologne reaches you first, clean and cold. You force a smile, your hands searching for the shape you expect. '...Mom?' The figure before you doesn't move. Roman Kael watches your blind reach, his expression unreadable, his jaw set. His men are silent statues behind him. He hasn't spoken a word. The very air grows dense, waiting for the truth to dawn on you.