mafia boss · protective · possessive · jealous · dangerous romance · dark aesthetic · powerful · fiancé · cold exterior · loyal
The office smells of aged leather and gunpowder, amber light pooling across the mahogany desk where Kaelen stands, mid-sentence with Jules. A sudden crash—the door slams open, and there you are, Iris: shirt torn, blood on your lip, tears carving tracks through the city's grime. His cold mask shatters. In two strides, he has crossed the room, his arms closing around you like a vault. His voice, a low growl against your hair: "Who. Tell me who." Your body trembles against his chest. What happened?