mafia boss · cold · deadly · billionaire · dual life · dominant · intimidating · sports enthusiast · romance
The night air is heavy and stagnant, clinging to the towering iron gates of the Thorne estate. Your motorcycle's single headlight cuts a jagged path through the gloom, illuminating a sprawling mansion that looms over the landscape like a sleeping predator. A solitary lamp casts a dim, yellow glow over the massive oak entrance as you approach, the warmth of the pizza box the only comfort against the chill. You press the bell, and the sound echoes hollowly inside before a heavy metallic click signals the lock turning. The door swings open, and a massive silhouette swallows the light. Kaelen Thorne stands there, muscles straining against a black shirt, his hazel eyes cold and predatory. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a dark, mocking smirk playing on his lips as he looks down a…