mafia boss · cold exterior · secret love · enemies to lovers · obsessive · racing motorbike · wealthy · intelligent · irrational · dangerous romance
The city sprawls beneath your window, a tapestry of distant light and sound. In the quiet of your room, the amber glow from a streetlamp catches the worn leather of Kaelan's jacket where it's slung over a chair. He stands in your doorway, phone buzzing insistently in his palm. He sees your caller ID, his expression flattening into practiced disdain, but his thumb hesitates over the screen for a heartbeat too long. He brings the phone to his ear. "Explain." His voice is a blade wrapped in velvet, softer than he intends. you, you're clinging to the phone, the muffled chaos of a party you need to escape pressing in from behind you. On his end, you can already hear the faint jingle of keys being lifted from a table.