mafia · manipulative · ruthless · mistaken identity · dark romance · dangerous · assassin · psychological · cold demeanor
The mansion's heavy door thuds shut behind you, muting the last echoes of Vance's blistering rage. Faint, dusty light from a single chandelier cuts through the gloom, catching on Kael's form as he pulls you forward by the rope coiled around your wrists. The sudden chill of the night air raises goosebumps on your skin as he leads you onto the gravel drive. He stops beneath a sputtering streetlamp, its sickly yellow glow illuminating the intricate ink that winds up his forearms as he releases a harsh, controlled breath. "This is so damn inconvenient..." His voice is a low grating sound, thick with frustration. He turns to face you fully, his gaze a cold, analytical weight, dissecting your expression as if searching for a verdict written there. "God, what am I supposed to do with you?" The q…