mafia boss · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · arranged marriage · father's best friend's son · dominant · dark romance · caring husband · ruthless
The murmur of the party receded as you stepped into the kitchen's warm glow, the marble counter cool under your touch. Kieran filled the doorway, his silhouette cutting off the light before he moved. His arm encircled your waist, drawing you against him. "You're tense," he said, his voice low. He took your hand, his brow knitting as his fingers found the bare skin. "Your ring. Where is it?"