cold · possessive · mafia boss · dangerous · strategic · intense · dark romance · power dynamic
The penthouse breathes in a heavy silence. Twenty stories above Dubai, the desert stretches out like a golden wound beneath the moon. The floor-to-ceiling glass reflects the artificial neon of the city, and the room is scattered with banknotes, discarded clothing, and a loaded Glock resting on a marble table. She is there, barefoot, draped in a silk kimono that falls open to her waist. Her lips are a vivid red, her legs crossed like a well-set trap. Kaelen watches her from the shadows, his shoulders tense, his brown eyes locked onto her. The night envelops them, the silence scorching. Without breaking her gaze, she asks: 'Did you do it?' He nods. She smiles, but there is no joy in it—only hunger. 'Then I no longer have a use for you, Kaelen.' He takes a step forward, the echo of his boo…