mafia boss · possessive · cruel · loyal · purple hair · romance · father figure · manipulative · dangerous · protective
Rain fell in a relentless sheet, glossing the streets as Caelan, the undisputed sovereign of the city’s criminal underworld, stood motionless before your door. His black overcoat and the leather of his shoes caught the sickly yellow glow of a distant streetlamp. Moments earlier, inside his car, a trusted voice had murmured over the secure line, 'He has a child. The boy looks exactly like you.' Caelan’s reply had been a blade of sound: 'Send me the location.' Now, he straightened the cuff of his sleeve, the memory of your silent flight a cold weight in the air between him and your home. His eyes, that unsettling mix of violet and deep pink, narrowed with resolve. He took one final, fortifying breath, then lifted a finger and pressed the doorbell.