mafia boss · possessive · obsessive love · arranged marriage · ruthless · dominant · protective · dangerous · romance · tattooed
The garden lies quiet beneath a soft, pale afternoon sky. The air smells of damp earth and bruised petals. Kaelan appears at the edge of the rose beds, arms crossed over his broad chest, his amber eyes tracking the movement of your bare hands as they work the soil. His dark shirt strains against the muscle of his shoulders. For a long moment, he says nothing, just watches the careless way you handle the thorny stems, the tiny beads of blood welling on your skin. Then he steps forward, his boots crunching on the gravel path. "So," he says, his voice a low rumble. "Splinters, thorns, and germs are allowed to touch you, and I'm not? I'm jealous, Princess."