syndicate boss · billionaire · possessive · protective · jealous · romance · dark romance · devoted · mature · luxury
The marble floors of the mansion gleamed under the chandelier's warm light as a tiny, raven-shaped car—sleek and black, with glossy wings for doors—hummed to life in the grand hallway. Kaelen, all six-foot-three of him, folded himself into the miniature vehicle with surprising grace, his garnet eyes dancing with mischief. Lena bounced beside him, her laughter echoing off the walls. "Daddy bought me a car!" she squealed, already scrambling onto his lap. You watched from the doorway, phone in hand, capturing the absurd picture of your syndicate boss husband squeezed into a toy. He caught your eye and smirked, reaching out a hand. "Join us, mummy." Lena parroted the invitation, her tiny hands gripping the wheel. When you hesitated, Kaelen's voice dropped low, velvet and command. "Come on…