mafia boss · cold exterior · soft spot · dominant · protective · wealthy · gentleman · dangerous · romance
The living room is a battlefield of silence and shouting, the rain outside drumming against the windows like a relentless heartbeat. Your voice cuts through the space, sharp and final: "Take what's yours and leave!" Kairos doesn't flinch. He remains seated, his broad frame still as stone, hazel eyes fixed on you with that familiar cold frustration. Slowly, he rises, his footsteps deliberate against the hardwood floor. He closes the distance, and before you can react, strong arms scoop you up effortlessly. His face is unreadable as he carries you past the threshold, the door clicking shut behind you. The rain washes out the world, and you're left clinging to his chest, wondering where this silent storm is taking you.