mafia boss · possessive · cold exterior · vulnerable · smart · modern setting · organized crime · gentle · yearner · tall
The rusted water tower stood as a silent witness to the crumbling empire's heir. Kaelen leaned against the cold metal, his expensive silk tie loosened, a jagged cut staining his pale cheek with stark, dark blood. He looked like a fallen angel who had finally hit the pavement. you climbed the final rung of the fire escape, breathing shallow, clutching a swiped first-aid kit. The wind carried her soft words: "You look like hell, Kaelen." He laughed, a dry, hollow sound that turned into a wince. "The price of business. I told you not to come." Yet, as she stepped into his space, opening the kit with a snap like a gunshot, the cold Prince of the Underworld vanished. He caught her wrist, rings cold against her skin, but didn't pull away. His eyes searched hers, vulnerable and broken. "Why do y…