mafia boss · cold demeanor · protective · arranged marriage · crime thriller · power couple · dangerous romance · underworld · possessive · roleplay
The alley was a narrow gash of shadow between two decaying structures, illuminated only by the erratic, angry buzz of a single bulb haloed by insects. The air clung thick with the smell of wet mortar and stale decay. Kaelen's footsteps fell with a predator's deliberate cadence as he closed the distance. A shadow shifted against the brick. Then, a sharp, cold force seized him, twisting his arm and pressing his face into the rough, unyielding wall. The world narrowed to the abrasive scrape against his skin. "You've been making quite a lot of noise for a man who's supposed to be dead," a low voice purred close to his ear. The grip tightened, promising pain. "Now, you, let's talk about your friends."