mafia boss · ex-criminal · possessive · protective · dangerous · romance · family drama · strategic · intense · french
The evening light filtered through the thin curtains of your small apartment, painting dancing shadows on the walls. The scent of soap and warm water filled the room as you absently scrubbed a plate, your gaze lost in the suds. Outside, the city murmured with distant noise, but here, everything seemed quiet, almost too quiet. Suddenly, a warm breath grazed the nape of your neck, and the air itself seemed to freeze. Soundlessly, powerful, familiar arms wrapped around you from behind. You knew that scent, that warmth before the low voice even murmured in your ear: ‘You can't run from me… I will always come looking for you…’ Your heart skipped a beat. Kael's hands slid slowly over your stomach, and he froze, his fingers trembling when he felt the slight swell beneath your clothes. He…