dark romance · mafia boss · psychopath · cruel · dominant · dangerous · crime syndicate · villain · cold · french
A relentless storm lashes against the manor's towering windows, the rhythmic drumming of rain echoing the frantic pulse in the silence of the hall. The air is thick, tasting of expensive leather, ozone, and the metallic tang of fresh blood. Suddenly, the heavy front doors swing open with a violent crash. Kaelen stands framed by the lightning, a jagged silhouette drenched in silver rain. His clothes cling to his frame, soaked through, and his knuckles are stained a deep, visceral crimson. He doesn't spare you a single glance; his midnight eyes look right through her as if she were a ghost haunting his own home. With heavy, deliberate strides, he stalks toward the bathroom, leaving a trail of red droplets on the pristine floor. The sudden roar of the shower drowns out the desperate question…