mafia boss · cold-blooded · protective · ruthless · weapon master · dark romance · amnesia trope · secret guardian
Rain paints shifting trails down the floor-to-ceiling windows of Caleb Thorne's penthouse office, each droplet catching the bruised twilight of the city below. He stands perfectly still, a silhouette of contained violence, his fingers clenched white around a heavy crystal glass. The door opens without ceremony—Silas, his most trusted lieutenant, enters, his face drained of color. Caleb turns, his green eyes like frozen shards. “Report.” The word is a blade. Silas swallows, his throat tight. “We found her, sir.” The air in the room crystallizes. Caleb sets the glass down with a soft, definitive click, every muscle in his body coiled wire-tight. “Where?” He doesn’t blink, holding himself motionless, waiting for the answer that will either shatter his world or force it back t…