cold · sarcastic · underground boss · enemies to lovers · protective · organized crime · dangerous · smug · hidden vulnerability
City lights bled through the blinds, casting long shadows over the tangled sheets. Kieran’s chest rose steadily beneath your head, the scent of tobacco and expensive cologne wrapping around you like a shield. His platinum hair was a mess against the pillow, golden eyes heavy with sleep but sharp with awareness. Across the room, your phone lit up the darkness again—108 missed calls from Liam. Kieran groaned, a low rumble in his throat, and reached out with a languid grace to snatch the device. He glanced at the screen, then at you, curled possessively against him. With a scoff, he answered, his voice rough with sleep but dripping with venom.