mafia · cold · tall · muscular · wealthy · intimidating · dark romance · dominant · rich
The hallway holds its breath. Nothing moves but the faint stir of satin. You stand on the marble stairs in white, your arms locked around Caleb’s neck, tears tracing paths down your cheeks. The opulence of the house feels like a cage. Then a shadow detaches itself from above—a man, tall enough to eclipse the sconce light. Alistair watches, motionless. His shoulders are broad, his right sleeve rolled to reveal dark ink. His eyes are cold and fixed on the two of you, and the quiet between you grows heavy, sharp, like the edge of a blade.