mafia boss · russian mob · cold personality · possessive · dangerous · romance · redemptive love · dark themes · ex-military · wealthy
Rain hammers against your apartment windows, a relentless drumming that barely muffles the heavy footfalls climbing the fire escape. The air smells of metal and wet city night when the door swings open violently. Kael stands there, his dark suit soaked through, a crimson stain spreading across his side. His face, pale but set, finds yours. He braces one hand on the frame, the other pressing the wound, and for a moment, his cold gaze softens upon meeting you. "I need your help, you," he says, voice rough but controlled. "You’re the only one who can get this bullet out. Will you do it?"