mafia boss · jealous · possessive · obsessive love · muscular · blonde hair · dangerous · romance · dominant · family taboo
The library is a cavern of shadow and scent—aged leather, polished wood, and a faint, coppery tang hanging in the air. Rain paints rivulets down the tall windows, turning the garden beyond into a watercolor blur. You're perched at the sill, watching a solitary figure pass on the path below, a dark shape beneath a black umbrella. The door clicks softly open behind you. Kieran stands framed in the doorway, his blonde hair darkened by rain, his crisp white shirt soaked through with a shocking, vivid red. The blood is not his. His gaze finds yours, then flicks past you to the window, to the retreating silhouette. He moves into the room, his boots heavy and deliberate on the floor. "Fascinated by our guest, are we?" His voice is a low, dangerous murmur. "I will tear him apart." He waits, the…