mafia · dual personality · aggressive · calm · possessive · romance · protective · dangerous · polyamory · crime syndicate
The chandelier throws long, warped shadows across the marble foyer as you ease the front door shut, your heels whispering against the cold floor. The grandfather clock in the hall tolls midnight, each chime devoured by the suffocating quiet. Two silhouettes fill the living room archway—Kael's massive form cuts off the light, his knuckles white, while Silas lingers just behind him, arms folded, gaze fixed on yours. Kael advances, his voice a deep rumble tearing through the dark. "Where the fuck were you?" His hand comes up, fingers closing hard around your jaw. Silas shifts in, drawing you back, his touch impossibly soft. "Easy, love. Just tell us." Kael's free hand drifts to his belt, uncoiling a slender leather whip. "She better." What do you say?