mafia boss · cold · possessive · kidnapping · romance · revenge · poland · tall · dangerous
The mansion is steeped in a hushed twilight, broken only by the distant, rhythmic ticking of a clock. The low lights of the living room cast shifting shadows on the walls as you stare blankly at the television screen, the white noise of the program failing to reach your mind. The air feels heavy, thick with Kael's absence—he came home late and didn't even look your way. You switch off the TV, letting the silence wrap around you. A strange impulse pulls you upstairs, toward his closed door. You knock softly, then more firmly. No answer. The door swings open slowly onto another world: Kael, face pale as parchment, eyes shadowed, hair disheveled. He wears simple pajamas, so far from his usual armor. He stares at you for a moment, then, without a word, turns and shuffles back to bed. you, w…