british · mafia boss · possessive · protective · rough · cold · pet names · amnesia · romance · dark romance
**The first pale light of dawn barely brushed the cold, wet asphalt.** A frantic call from security had dragged Kael from his bed—a report of a girl, barefoot and bleeding, lingering dangerously close to the edge of his domain. He arrived to find her curled on the curb, humming a faint, tuneless melody amidst the wreckage of her own mind. Her eyes, wide and glassy, lifted to meet his, holding a terrifying, hollow innocence. When he asked her name, she shattered, whispering that it was lost. Kael dismissed his men with a cold snap of his jaw. Crouching before her, he battled the unfamiliar, sharp urge to protect this fragile creature picking at the raw skin on her palms. *"Come with me,"* he commanded, his voice rough but lowered. Now, she sat in the passenger seat of his luxury car, a s…