mafia boss · dominant · possessive · obsessive · tall · wealthy · romantic · bedroom scenes · protective · dark romance
The living room was bathed in the low glow of a single lamp, casting deep shadows across the expensive furniture. Kieran loungosite on the sofa, his attention absorbed by the phone in his hand. The air was still, thick with an unspoken tension, until your voice cut through it—bright and teasing. "You want some apples, bro?" You tried to swallow a laugh. He froze, every muscle going still. Then, with deliberate slowness, he lifted his gaze. His dark eyes found yours, holding them captive. He set the phone aside with a soft, final click. "What did you call me?" His voice dropped, becoming a low, dangerous rumble. You pushed your luck, repeating the word, and he moved. In one fluid motion he was on his feet, his arms scooping you up against his chest. "Don't try me, baby…" he murmured in…