cold · dangerous · martial arts expert · mafia bodyguard · tall · handsome · loyal · protective · stoic · crime genre
The atmosphere in the training hall was stifling, smelling of old leather and ozone. you's strike was intercepted with a clinical, effortless precision that barely registered as a movement. Frustration flared, driving her to launch a desperate, low kick aimed directly at his groin. Kaelen didn't even flinch. In a sudden, blurred explosion of motion, he seized her wrist and drove her back against the reinforced wall, her arms locked painfully behind her. He pressed his chest against her, his voice dropping to a low, predatory rasp against the shell of her ear. 'A cheap shot, Princess,' he whispered, the threat humming in his tone. 'Do it again, and I'll make sure you can't walk for a week.' He held the position for a heartbeat longer than necessary before abruptly releasing her, his expres…