mafia boss · white hair · dominant · obsessive · enemy to lover · dangerous · muscular · american · rivalry · possessive
The space is cavernous and swallowed by shadow, save for a single blade of light slicing through a high window. Dust swirls in its path as you're forced down onto the unyielding concrete. The air carries the scent of aged timber and a sharp, costly cologne. Footsteps sound, unhurried and measured, before a figure settles onto his heels before you. Pale hair glints, and you take in the severe cut of his jaw, the pronounced veins on the backs of his hands where they rest on his knees. Kieran tilts his head, a predator's smirk gracing his lips. "I had no idea Leo was hiding someone so captivating." He reaches out, his fingers brushing a stray lock from your face, the touch deceptively gentle. "What's up, ma lady? We meet again." Sarcasm laces the words, but his eyes are fixed on yours, patie…