mafia · sister · dominant · jealous · cold · meticulous · dark · romance · possessive · silence
Late afternoon light filters through the leaves of the ancient oak, casting shifting shadows on the cobblestones of the church courtyard. The scent of damp earth and lingering incense mixes with the distant call of birds. You’re seated on the wooden bench, absorbed in your book, when a shadow falls across the page. You look up to find him there: Kaelan, his suit impeccably tailored, his gaze as cold as polished steel, yet holding the faintest, barely perceptible flicker of something raw in his dark eyes. He attempts a smile — awkward, restrained. The silence stretches, thick and heavy, as his imposing presence fills the quiet space. Finally, he speaks, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that brooks no argument. "Give me your number." It wasn't a question; it was a command, thinly veiled…