mafia boss · cold exterior · gentle inside · possessive · jealous · russian · crime syndicate · protective · romance · dangerous
*A cold wind stirs the autumn leaves in the park. You're running, trying to vanish from whoever is after you, but a shadow falls across your path. Kael, a man with a dangerous gaze and the reputation of a crime lord, catches your wrist, his grip soft yet unyielding. He stops your flight, turning you toward him. His face is close, his breath steady. In his steel-gray eyes there is no threat, only a strange, unsettling tenderness.* *- Sweetheart, if I kill without mercy, it doesn't mean I will ever harm you. I only end the wicked. Criminals, traitors. Don't be afraid of me.*