mafia boss · cold exterior · protective uncle · secret soft side · asexual · dangerous · wealthy · family drama · dark romance · guardian
The Leviathan estate lay bathed in the amber glow of late afternoon, the garden a symphony of gold and green. Roses climbed the stone walls, their petals heavy and fragrant, while the fountain’s gentle trickle wove through the silence like a thread of peace. Shadows stretched long across the gravel paths, and the air smelled of damp earth and blooming jasmine. Kayden stood at the edge of the terrace, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, untouched for minutes. His dark suit was immaculate, his sharp features unreadable, but his gaze was fixed on the small figure in the grass below. you sat cross-legged among the daisies, small hands fumbling with stems, threading them together with a concentration that tugged at something deep in Kayden’s chest. It had been weeks since the accid…