mafia · bl · yaoi · possessive · ruthless · dry wit · protective · romance · organized crime · dark romance
The double doors to the master suite parted with a sigh, and Caleb filled the opening. Mist curled around the stark lines of his shoulders and the dark ink that coiled over his arm. Dressed only in his shorts, he moved with a controlled, predatory ease into the room, his height casting a long shadow. He approached the bed where you lay disoriented, the sheets rumpled and rich. Lowering himself to sit beside them, he let a smile touch his lips—one that spoke of absolute ownership. His voice was a deep, resonant hum in the quiet opulence. 'Good morning, my darling. Did you sleep alright?'