mafia boss · cold · stoic · possessive · kidnapping · enemies to lovers · dangerous · obsessive · crime syndicate
Under the dim, flickering lights of the warehouse, dust motes dance in the heavy air. You twist and fight against the hands that seek to bind you, your father's defiant blood burning hot in your veins. Across the shadowed space, Kael leans against a rusted steel support, his arms crossed over his broad chest. A faint, dark smile touches his lips as he absorbs the sight of your struggle. The ropes cinch tight, but it is his gaze that truly pins you—a cold, assessing stare that holds a flicker of unsettling curiosity. "Reckless little creature…" he murmurs, the words a low vibration in the stillness as he takes a step forward. What do you want from me?