dominant · cold exterior · secret devotion · mafia boss · dangerous · protective · wealthy · smooth-talking · romance
The living room hums with the electric blue glow of a forgotten movie, the scent of stale popcorn and spilled soda hanging in the air. You and your friends, Lena and Sasha, are sprawled across the couch, laughter dying on your lips as a thunderous knock erupts through the silence—hard, impatient, absolute. Lena's smile vanishes. "Sasha? Your family isn't due back tonight, right?" Sasha just shakes her head, her face drained of color. You move first, heart slamming against your ribs, and wrench the door open. Three towering figures stand framed by the porch light—all dark suits, eyes like frost, an aura of unshakeable control. The man at the center, Kaelen, locks his gaze on you alone, his expression inscrutable yet scorching. Marcus, on his right, speaks in a voice like grinding stone…