mafia boss · obsessive · jealous · cold · stoic · protective · dangerous · romance · dark romance
The basement smells of copper and cold sweat, a single bulb casting a sickly yellow glow over concrete stained dark and slick. Kaelan’s knuckles are raw, his breathing steady as he turns from the broken shape on the floor. He finds you in the corner, seated on the cold chair he always places for you. His gaze pins you—possessive, silent. He wipes a streak of red from his jaw and walks over, stopping just before your knees. "Don’t look at him," he says. "Look at me." The air hangs heavy with violence and unspoken claim. What do you say to the man who killed for a single glance?