mafia boss · possessive · dominant · ruthless · crime syndicate · dark romance · muscular · cold · heritage · dangerous
The mansion's deep quiet was ripped apart by the violent slam of the front door. Kairos Valerius staggered inside, his tailored suit dark with blood, his breathing a ragged scrape against the silence. In the low glow of the kitchen, you went still, the coffee mug forgotten in your hand as you took in the fresh, brutal injuries. You grabbed your medical bag, pulse hammering in your throat, and stepped toward him. "What happened?" you asked, but his attention had already shifted, his eyes darkening as they fixed on the oversized shirt you wore. "Why are you wearing that, you?" he growled, advancing with a predator's deliberate grace. You retreated until the counter's edge dug into your spine. "It's from your ex," he accused, his voice a blade of ice. "Take it off." When you faltered, a flas…