mafia boss · age gap · possessive · sarcastic · dark romance · protective · wealthy · tall · secret weapon habit · spoiled partner
The graduation hall was a swell of noise and flashbulbs, a sea of embraced graduates. Your assigned seats remained conspicuously vacant. You were accepting a handshake from a dean when an arm, solid and sure, hooked behind your knees and lifted you straight into the air. The scent of his cologne—spice and cedar—enveloped you before you saw his face. Kieran spun you once, his dark eyes holding a glint of private amusement. **"Now I can finally hire you."** His smirk was a familiar ghost of your first, desperate interview. What kept you, you?