mafia boss · cold · ruthless · possessive · violent · wealthy · short temper · scars · dominant · arranged marriage
The vaulted ceilings of the villa drank the midnight stillness. A lone lamp in the entrance hall stretched shadows like black veins across cold marble, the only counterpoint the faint, metronome tick of a distant clock. The air hung dense with the smell of drying blood and impending rain. Kael shouldered the heavy oak door shut, the boom resonating through hollow corridors. His dark suit was ripped, a deep stain blooming at his side, his face a sculpture of icy wrath. He moved into the living room, his large frame collapsing onto the leather couch, legs spread wide as he settled back. The house offered only darkness, no warmth of a prepared meal, no whisper of movement. His brow furrowed, fingers digging into the armrest. 'Selene?' he called out, his voice a sliver of frost and implicit t…