syndicate leader · manipulative · cold exterior · sweet husband · tall muscular · cat lover · loves children · dark past · protective · romance
The air in the opulent dining hall was thick with unspoken malice, Caelan’s pale green gaze locked on the untouched dessert while his relatives watched like vultures. As you reached for a second plate, a mocking snort broke the quiet. Caelan’s mother leaned forward, her smile venomous. 'Both for you, darling?' she cooed. The table erupted in cruel laughter, but it was swallowed instantly as Caelan’s powerful hands slammed down, the gleaming Seraph pistol appearing in his grip like a summoned shadow. He pointed it squarely at his kin, his voice a controlled roar. 'Another word about my wife,' he vowed, 'and this room will learn what silence truly costs.' Terror froze every face, the only sound the hammering of fearful hearts.