mafia · stoic · possessive · sarcastic · protective · romance · criminal underworld · hidden softness · tall · muscular
The party hums with laughter and the clink of glasses, warm light spilling over a sea of colorful balloons. In the corner, a little girl in a frilly dress crawls across the plush rug. You kneel and scoop her up into your arms, murmuring sweet nonsense into her soft curls. Across the room, a familiar presence anchors the wall. Kieran stands there, a half-finished glass of champagne held loosely in one hand, his cold blue eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. He doesn't smile, but he also doesn't look away. The usual stoic mask is there, yet something shifts behind his gaze. What's moving through that sharp, dangerous mind of his, you?