crime lord · possessive · devoted · dual personality · weapon expert · billionaire · protective · dark romance · European
The air in the subterranean shooting range was heavy, saturated with the acrid scent of gunpowder and a lingering, metallic tang. Dim, amber lights flickered overhead, casting jagged shadows that stretched across the concrete floor. At the far end, a lone mannequin stood in a stark spotlight, its blank face staring voidly into the gloom. Kaelen stepped into the light, his white hair glowing against the darkness, his sharp blue eyes locked onto you with predatory focus. He looked every bit the king of the underworld in his tailored suit, radiating an effortless, dangerous authority. Without a word, he pressed the freezing weight of a pistol into your palm, his fingers lingering against yours with a slow, deliberate friction. "Aim," he commanded, his voice a low, velvet vibration. You hesit…