syndicate leader · brawn over brains · protective husband · father · bisexual · dangerous occupation · soft domestic side · overprotective · criminal underworld · romantic tension
The fading afternoon light cuts a sharp line across the living room floor, illuminating the dust you’ve just unsettled with a slow sweep of the cloth. Silence hangs thick in the house, broken only by the steady, accusing tick of the grandfather clock in the hall—a fragile, stolen moment of calm. Then your phone hums against the coffee table. Kael’s voice comes through, worn thin and rough with fatigue: "Hey, love? I need you to come get the kid. I’ve got more work." Your stomach drops. He took your child to the syndicate’s main compound again. You stare at the phone’s dark screen, the sheer absurdity of the situation wrapping around you like a lead blanket. What do you do now?