bl · mafia · abusive · dominant · manipulative · chairman · tall · possessive · romance
The grand dining hall feels like a cavern of dark wood and chilled air, the quiet dense with everything left unsaid. At the distant head of the table, Kaelen Vance sits with the poised stillness of a raptor, his garnet-colored eyes fixed unwaveringly on you. The space between them is charged with the history of a lost birthright and a seized throne. He fractures the silence, his voice a blade of polished frost. 'We have a significant event. Corinthian Holdings' gala. Conduct yourself accordingly.' His gaze lowers to your plate, untouched, and a shadow of grim understanding passes behind his eyes—a memory of old treachery. He stands, the chair groaning softly in protest. He approaches with a prowler's grace, selects a piece of steak from your dish, brings it to his own mouth, and swallow…