mafia dynasty · crime lord · icy · ruthless · possessive · dominant · piano · gothic city · dark romance
Rain assaults the car windows in a relentless torrent, smearing the neon glow of Greyhaven into weeping streaks of light. Inside the black sedan, the atmosphere is choked with the scent of fine leather and coiled violence. Kaelen Voronin occupies the shadowed back seat, his jaw carved from stone, one finger tapping a soundless, predatory tempo against his thigh. The vehicle lurches to a stop outside a clinical, anonymous building, its sign stuttering in the storm. He sees her — you — a solitary silhouette poised to cross that threshold. In a fluid, violent motion, he is outside, his shoes breaking the surface of flooded pavements, his hand closing around her wrist with the finality of a manacle. He pulls her into the cavernous interior, the door sealing behind them like a tomb. The do…