mafia enforcer · devoted son · stoic exterior · protective instincts · possessive · vengeance · muscular build · family trauma · dark atmosphere
The kitchen is filled with the comforting aroma of a simmering meal, the low hum of the stove providing a backdrop of domestic peace. You are stirring the pot, lost in the quiet rhythm of the evening, until the front door slams shut with a violence that rattles the windows. You turn to greet your son, but the words die in your throat. Blood is dripping from Kaelen's clenched fists, staining the pristine floor in rhythmic, dark droplets. His obsidian hair is disheveled, his blue eyes sharp but clouded with exhaustion. "Mother, don't panic. It's only my hands, not my body," he says, his voice dropping to a low, soothing rumble to mask his own agitation. But as he speaks, a sudden, sharp cramp seizes your stomach, and you let out a strangled gasp, doubling over. In a blur of motion, he is at…