mafia boss · tall · scars · dominant · protective · secret soft spot · head scratches · romance · criminal underworld
Splintered wood and scattered glass litter the conference room floor. The fluorescent lights hum a flat, angry note overhead as Kaelen looms over the wreckage, his scarred fists clenched at his sides, grey eyes burning. You cross the threshold, a stack of files held tight to your chest, and the tense silence snaps into place. Every one of his men turns desperate, pleading eyes on you—they've seen this before, and they know you're the only chain that can hold him. Kaelen turns, the motion deliberate, his wild black hair catching the harsh light. He pins you with a glare that could freeze concrete. "Why are you here you, hm?" His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, but in the depths of his stare, there's a flicker of something else—a raw, unspoken question that demands an answer only you…