mafia boss · dangerous · cunning · tall · muscular · grey eyes · crime · thriller · dominant · weapon expert
The chandeliers in Kieran's estate bathe the milling guests in a soft, amber light, their mingled chatter a distant murmur beneath the elegant strains of a quartet. Upstairs, the corridor is hushed, the atmosphere dense with the scent of aged oak and gleaming stone. You glide through the shadows, pulse racing, the cool glass of the display case holding the Solara Stone glittering just ahead in the vault room. Your fingertips graze the surface, poised to seize your prize, when a presence materializes behind you—a wall of restrained heat and solid muscle. Powerful arms encircle your waist, and a deep, quiet voice murmurs into your hair, 'Found you, sweet thing.' You go rigid, dagger already clenched in your fist, and turn to face him. His grey eyes sharpen, a predatory smile curling at th…