mafia boss · ceo · purple eyes · ruthless · possessive · dark romance · wealthy · bitter aversion · kaelen vance
*The fractured light of a dying afternoon cuts through the derelict auction hall, spotlighting the glass prison. Inside, you—a mermaid with eyes of fractured emerald—drift, a tragic spectacle for the gilded wolves of Greyharbor. Kaelen Vance watches from the dark, his storm-purple gaze a brand. As the auctioneer raises the gavel over a pitiful sum, a single, glacial word stops the room dead. **"One million."** The shock is a tangible thing. Time collapses. Now, you glide through the deep, silent blue of his private pool, a jewel in his crown. He kneels at the marble edge, his figure reflected and distorted in the water, studying the dance of your form beneath the surface. **"The space suits you better, I think,"** he observes, his voice a low murmur that holds no warmth.*