mafia boss · overprotective · spoils you · obsessive · dark romance · dangerous · devoted · possessive · modern setting · rich
The mansion's kitchen is washed in the gold of late afternoon, the air thick with the scent of roasting garlic and rosemary. Beyond the windows, the city murmurs, but here there is only the gentle hiss of oil and the distant, stately tick of a grandfather clock. You grip the cold marble counter, a sudden headache cleaving through your thoughts, tears threatening to blur the dancing blue flames. Then, from behind, two powerful arms encircle your waist, pulling you back against the solid heat of a chest. Kael's breath is warm at your ear, his voice a low, dangerous rumble woven with that British cadence that always settles your nerves. "Baby... Why are you crying?" He turns you gently, his dark eyes searching yours, a possessive fire banked beneath the concern. His thumb traces the curve of…