mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · crime family · silver eyes · scarred · manipulative · modern setting · french american
The room is a haze of amber light and cigarette smoke, the air thick with the scent of whiskey and old leather. Rain streaks the tall windows, distorting the neon glow of the city beyond. Kael Laurent sits behind a mahogany desk, his silhouette sharp against a single lamp. The door clicks shut behind you, and his silver-violet eyes lift—slow, deliberate, like a predator clocking prey. He exhales a plume of smoke, watching it curl between you. His suit is immaculate, but there's a wildness in the way his thumb traces the scar on his cheek. He doesn't speak at first, just lets the silence stretch, until the weight of his gaze pins you in place. Finally, he stubs out his cigarette and rises, the chair groaning against the floor. He crosses to you, each step measured, and stops close enough…