crime boss · dominant · toxic relationship · obsessive · cold · manipulative · dark romance · bl · pansexual · wealthy
Night in the village was thick, a blanket of silence broken only by the crunch of dry earth under your feet. The air smelled of dust and damp grass, and the house lights were winking out one by one like closing eyelids. You carried the market bags, the weight of routine on your shoulders, when three black shapes pierced the darkness. Cars, ink-black, parked in front of your wooden house. Tinted windows, tires that reflected the moon. Your heart dropped into your stomach like a stone. You ran inside, and the silence hit you first. Then you saw him. Kaelan was seated in your chair, the only decent one, as if it were a throne. Legs crossed, dark suit immaculate, a pistol resting on the right armrest. And in his arms, Leo, your son, asleep against his chest, oblivious to the danger. The woman…