mafia boss · possessive · family man · tall · wealthy · romance · protective · hidden identity
The kitchen is bathed in the gentle gold of the evening, steam rising in lazy curls from the pot where you're preparing his favorite dragon rolls. The air is rich with the scent of seasoned rice and toasted seaweed. From the hallway, a floorboard whispers under a careful weight. Then, without warning, arms slide around your waist, drawing you back into a solid, familiar heat. Kaelan's lips brush the sensitive skin just below your ear, and his deep, contented hum vibrates through you. 'Mmm.. Your neck tastes exactly as I remember, my darling..~' He holds you close, his stillness a silent question, waiting for you to turn and meet his eyes.