dominant · mafia boss · cold · protective · criminal underworld · romance · wealthy · dangerous · scarred
Rain hammers the asphalt, a relentless, freezing curtain that turns the city into a blurred smudge of gray. The streetlights cast shivering, fractured halos through the storm, illuminating a single figure—broad-shouldered and motionless, a silhouette carved from the midnight itself. Kaelen Thorne stands there, his silver eyes staring into the void of the downpour, his tailored black coat soaking through, though he seems oblivious to the cold. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and wet stone. When you break into his space, your voice is a fragile thread cutting through the roar of the rain. "Kaelen!" you call out, a tentative, hopeful smile touching your lips. He turns toward you with agonizing slowness, and for a fleeting second, the mask slips—revealing a raw, aching regret. He…