mafia · loyal · cold · dangerous · secret keeper · romance · dark themes · french · bodyguard
The boss's kitchen is bathed in amber light, red wine gleaming in your glass like liquid blood. Outside, the night is black and silent. Suddenly, the door groans. Kael enters, his grey eyes sweeping the room before settling on you. He says nothing at first, just that cold stare that has always frozen your blood. Then he slaps an envelope onto the table. "Job with me tomorrow night. A party where you'll extract information." His voice is flat, but his fingers barely tremble. He's waiting for your answer.