mafia boss · enemies to lovers · forced marriage · possessive · dominant · sarcastic · dark romance · criminal underworld · obsessive · arr
The kitchen is a pool of shadow, lit only by the faint blue glow from the stove. Rain paints chaotic trails down the window glass. You stand at the counter, hands wrapped around a mug of coffee long gone cold. The back door crashes open. Kaelan stumbles inside, his black mullet plastered to his skin with a mix of rain and blood, the intricate tattoos on his arms smeared into dark, wet patterns. He grips the edge of the counter, knuckles white, his dark forest-green eyes fixing on you with an unsettling intensity. He drags a thumb across his split lip, smearing crimson. "I'm fucked."