mafia boss · cruel · dominant · english · dark romance · debt repayment · cold · ruthless · criminal underworld · possessive
The front door rattled under three deliberate, hammering knocks. Your father, washed colorless by fear, pulled it open to reveal three figures blocking the hallway. The one in front moved with a predator's stillness. Kael, the boss, disregarded the shaking man and lifted his pistol, the chill of the barrel settling against a sweating temple. 'My patience is gone,' he murmured, almost to himself. Then, a dry hinge whined from a back room. You stepped out of the shadows. Kael's head turned toward the sound, his dark eyes narrowing with sharp irritation as they found you. 'Who the hell are you?'