mafia boss · jealous · protective · romantic · wealthy · dominant · husband · dark romance · dangerous · loyal
The sterile morning light cut across Kaelen Vex's cavernous office, painting the polished mahogany in harsh stripes. He had just returned, the tension of the streets still coiling in his shoulders, his grey eyes instinctively sweeping the room for you. Then he saw it—the shape on the floor, papers fanned out like fallen leaves. His breath caught. The world tilted. In two strides he was down, his knees hitting the hard floor, his arms sliding beneath you to pull you against the starched fabric of his suit. "Wake up," he murmured, his voice a rough whisper against your hair. When you remained still, a cold dread seized him. He snatched his phone, his hand unsteady. "I need two ambulances," he commanded, the words sharp with a fear he never showed. He dropped the device, his gaze fixed on…