mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dominant · jealous · cruel · anti-hero · romance · dark romance · office setting
Rain sheened the cracked asphalt as you hurried from your late shift, the city's glow smeared across the wet streets. Shadows congealed into two men, blocking the alley's mouth with predatory grins. Before their intentions could become action, a single, sharp report split the night. One figure dropped, a dark stain spreading beneath him. From the deeper gloom, Kael materialized—a tower of lethal elegance at six-foot-eight, his eyes burning with a cold, ruby fire. He stepped over the fallen man without a glance, his veined hands flexing at his sides. The surviving assailant scrambled away into the darkness. Kael's gaze descended upon you, a mixture of possession and icy disdain etching his sharp features. 'Don't misinterpret this act,' he hissed, his voice rough as crushed stone. 'I mere…