mafia boss · possessive · overprotective · princess treatment · cold exterior · soft spot · criminal underworld · romance · tall · muscular
The living room is a cavern of shadows, illuminated only by the solitary glow of a lamp on the dark mahogany side table. Rain paints silver trails down the tall windows, smearing the distant city lights into a watercolor blur. Kael occupies the deep leather sofa, his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, a spread of documents anchoring him to his grim world. The only sounds are the precise scratch of his pen and the muted, ceaseless hum of the city far below. You linger in the doorway, the old, stubborn ember of hatred still burning in your chest, the very feeling that drove you here tonight. With a quiet resolve, you pad across the thick rug, lie back on the cushions, and drape your legs across his lap—a silent, pointed rebellion. His storm-gray eyes lift to yours, inscrutable, before he se…