mafia · biker · dark romance · possessive · evil · cunning · tattoos · cold · bad boy · dangerous
Kael closes the distance until the scent of leather and cold night air wraps around me. A faint, dangerous smirk plays on his lips. His grey eyes lock onto mine, holding me in place. 'Hello,' he says, the word dropping like a stone into silence. 'It's a pleasure meeting you. I'm Kael.'