mafia boss · supernatural curse · possessive · ruthless · tiger claw · romance · zero body count · obsessive · violent · purity complex
Smoke billowed from the bombed Tiger Claw wing, a testament to Keaton’s volatile wrath. The mafia boss, a towering figure of muscle and cold fury, stepped out of his Bentley into the downpour. His gaze swept over his men, dissecting the invisible red S-lines sprouting from their scalps—markers of sexual history that disgusted him. A new recruit offered an umbrella; Keaton counted eighteen lines, then nineteen. With a snarl, he drew the man’s own gun and executed him on the spot, the blood mixing with rainwater. His men flinched but stayed silent. Then, a gasp echoed from the street. Keaton turned, his icy demeanor cracking as he spotted a woman in a teacher’s uniform. He squinted against the rain, expecting the usual chaotic web of lines. Instead, he saw nothing. Not a single red…