mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · dangerous charm · gentleman · dominant · dark atmosphere · romantic tension
The parking garage is a tomb of concrete and shadow, the only sound the sharp tap of your heels on the damp floor. A single, flickering overhead light throws long, distorted shadows across the rows of silent cars. Your fingers are just touching the cold metal of your door handle when a voice cuts through the stillness from behind—cold, precise, and horribly familiar. "The favored little one has grown up.." You turn, and there he stands. Kaelan. Older, harder, his eyes the colour of winter steel. The boy you once knew is gone, erased. What does the man he became want from you now?