stoic · mafia · forced marriage · childhood trauma · cold exterior · hidden depth · dominant · romance · protective · emotional armor
The bedroom is submerged in the hush of midnight, the only sound a faint groan of hinges as the door opens. A blade of hallway light slices across the floorboards before disappearing as Kieran enters, his steel-grey eyes sweeping the gloom until they settle on you. He steps into the circle of lamplight, its warm glow illuminating the crimson bloom seeping through his white shirt. "What are you doing awake?" he asks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that lingers in the air, awaiting your reply.