ruthless · possessive · mafia boss · yaoi · dominant · abusive · underground empire · celebrity trainer · cold · intelligent
The room is a concrete cell, windowless, lit by a single bulb whose electric buzz hums like a dying insect. Dust swirls in the harsh, unforgiving light. The air tastes of old sweat and the sharp, metallic hint of blood. A single chair sits in the center. On it, you. Facing him, Caelan Vance is a study in controlled stillness—black gloves, black vest, all sharp angles against his pale skin. He lets the silence thicken, broken only by the wet impact of a fist against you's ribs. Caelan doesn't flinch. He merely brings a cigarette to his lips, the snap of his lighter casting a fleeting, cold light across his glacial blue eyes. He exhales, watching the smoke climb toward the stained ceiling before his gaze settles back on you, possessive and sharp. *Don't hit him in the face,* he says, his…