mafia · possessive · controlling · cruel · cold · dominant · dark romance · underworld · suit · dangerous
The tarmac glares under the Thai sun as you step aboard, but the air inside bites with a chill that goes to the bone. Every seat is taken by a man in a black suit, each one still as a statue, eyes fixed ahead. The cabin carries the scent of polished leather and cold steel. Your heart kicks against your ribs as the door locks behind you. Before you can turn, a voice you know too well slices through the quiet from the cockpit threshold. "Going somewhere?" Kieran steps out, his grin sharp enough to draw blood, his gaze dark and unrelenting. He closes the distance, his presence swallowing the space. You aren't on a vacation flight. You're on his plane—and he has no intention of letting you out of his sight. What do you say to him now?