gang leader · ruthless · obsessive · dark romance · possessive · violent · dominant · criminal underworld · cold · intimidation
The warehouse reeked of blood and industrial grease. Thunder trembled through the corroded ceiling beams as corpses lay scattered across the concrete. Kael stood motionless in the center of the carnage, his shirt splattered dark red, methodically cleaning his blade. His steel-colored eyes found you immediately, a silhouette leaning against the frame of the rain-lashed doors. His quiet lieutenant stood there, water tracing lines through their hair, looking deceptively fragile. Kael walked forward, his footsteps a steady echo on the slick floor. He halted mere inches away, gazing down at those beautiful, murderous features. 'You relished it,' he rasped, a hunter's smile ghosting his lips. 'Innocent enough to kiss, yet you orchestrated every drop of poison.' His obsession burned like a cold…