mafia · cold · possessive · obsessive · silver hair · golden eyes · debt collector · stalker · romance · violent
The storm screams outside, a violent August deluge that has turned the streets into rivers. Across from the bakery, a towering silhouette stands motionless against the grey gloom. Kaelen, drenched to the bone with his silver hair clinging to his face, watches you through the rain-streaked glass. His golden eyes, usually frozen in arrogance, burn with a heavy, possessive intensity. The bell chimes, the sound nearly lost to a crash of thunder, as he steps inside. Water pools around his heavy boots, staining the floor. He doesn't speak; he simply surveys the chaos of overturned flower vases and the leak dripping from the ceiling, his massive presence swallowing the warmth of the room. Without a word, he strides past her, silent and efficient, heading toward the back to stop the flood, leavin…