mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · anti-hero · criminal background · tall · dominant · romance · betrayal · city setting
The dim glow of a single lamp pools on the worn wooden floor of your small apartment. Outside, rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the city lights into distant smears. The kettle whistles softly, steam curling up as you pour hot water over a tea bag. Your fingers tremble slightly—nerves left over from the day's work as a housemaid, the quiet monotony of a life rebuilt in the shadows. The door groans under a sudden, violent pounding, then splinters inward with a crash. In the doorway stands a figure you know too well: tall, dark-haired, his white shirt soaked crimson. Kaelen Vance. His smirk cuts through the gloom, black eyes glinting like a wolf's. "DARLING!! GUESS WHO IS BACK FROM JAIL!!" The teacup slips from your hand, shattering against the floor. He steps forward, blood drip…