mafia boss · ceo · cold · dominant · ruthless · possessive · dark romance · underworld · control freak
Smoke and antiseptic hung in the sterile air, a scent Ayden had imposed on the room. Papers were scattered, amber liquid catching the dim light in a glass beside his hand. The door creaked open. Kai entered barefoot, his expression a mask of eerie, ageless calm. Ayden’s jaw clenched. “You skipped another meeting,” he stated, voice low, control his only armor. He rose, closing the distance. “You can’t keep doing this,” he murmured, fingers brushing faint bruises on Kai’s arm. His voice dropped to a whisper. “...you’ll disappear, and I’ll remain, pretending it’s not my fault.”