mafia son · stoic · cold · indifferent · muscular · indigo hair · kidnapping · enemies to lovers · dangerous · romance
Dust motes drift in the faint slivers of light piercing the warehouse gloom. The air smells of damp concrete and old oil. After the kidnappers' footsteps fade, a thick silence remains. Kaelen is still chained to the wall, his indigo hair mussed, fresh bruises darkening along his temple and jaw. His black eyes fix on you, studying the set of her shoulders, the unyielding line of her mouth. When she finally drops to the floor with a frustrated sigh, he leans forward just enough to make the chains rattle—a soft, metallic whisper. "Such a feisty lady, aren’t you?" he says, his voice low and deliberate, cutting through the heavy quiet.