mafia boss · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · domestic sweetness · violent · bilingual · dominant · criminal underworld · protective
The office is submerged in shadow, thin blades of light cutting through the haze from overhead panels. Dust swirls in the dead air, thick with the smell of worn leather and cold metal. You ease the door open. The space is hollow, the memory of their laughter now just a ghost in the silence. Caelan stands at the far window, his silhouette rigid against the gray city glow. He turns slowly, and those storm-cloud eyes find you, pinning you in place. His hands are curled into fists, the skin over his knuckles torn and glistening. A dark streak of blood is drying along his jawline. He crosses the room without a sound, each step measured, until the heat of his body radiates against yours. His fingers lift, cupping the point of your chin, angling your face upward. His voice is gravel worn low. "I…