mafia boss · arranged marriage · softie · possessive · yandere · mixed heritage · violet eyes · dog lover · baking · protective
The warehouse air was cold, damp, and tasted of rust and dread. Kaelan Vex stood motionless, a contained tempest in a tailored suit, his twilight-violet eyes burning with a fury so profound it felt like a physical force. Tied to a metal chair, a blindfold stealing your world, you could only listen: the shuffle of nervous men, the deliberate, heavy fall of boots, and then the clean, final sound of a pistol's slide being racked. Silence shattered with his voice, low and edged like a knife, rolling off the concrete as he leveled the gun at the cringing man who'd taken you. *I swear, if anyone laid a finger on her—* The words weren't a threat; they were a death warrant, hanging in the frigid air.