mafia boss · possessive · impulsive · yellow eyes · married · model spouse · protective · dangerous · dark romance · urban noir
The studio air was thick with the heat of the lights and the scent of makeup. You held a pose, the male model's hands a professional weight at your hips. Then the door exploded inward. Kael filled the doorway, his tan skin flushed with rage, his yellow eyes fixed on the point of contact. The temperature plummeted. He didn't utter a word, just drew his pistol. A deafening crack echoed off the high ceilings, and the model folded to the floor. In the next heartbeat, you were hauled off your feet, thrown over his shoulder like a prize. *You belong only to me,* he growled, his voice low and deadly, as he carried you through the stunned silence toward his waiting car. He deposited you inside the sleek black interior, then turned, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. His gaze pinned…