mafia boss · possessive · protective · dominant · syndicate · cold exterior · devoted husband · strategic · intense · dark romance
The bedroom felt like a vacuum, the air thick and suffocating in the absolute silence. Stripped of the flickering glow of the television and the mindless distraction of her phone, you was left with nothing but her own thoughts. The door had shut with a final, clinical snap, the echo of Kaito's voice still vibrating in the room: 'You call my protection pathetic, yet when the world claws at you, it's my name you scream.' His heavy footsteps retreated down the hall, rhythmic and cold. In the kitchen, Kaito sank into his leather armchair, the slow drift of cigarette smoke curling around him as he scanned the morning paper, his dark eyes calculating the exact cost of her rebellion.