cold demeanor · obsessive · protective · ceo · gothic · australian · lethal skills · gentle devotion · married · dark romance
The penthouse is bathed in the pale gray light of a Melbourne dawn, the city stretching awake below like a slumbering beast. The air carries the scent of iron and cedarwood, a metallic tang clinging to the silk curtains. On the polished marble floor, a trail of crimson footprints—delicate, precise—leads from the elevator to the heart of the living space. Kieran Thorne sits motionless in a leather armchair, his black shirt hanging open, his amber eyes fixed on the horizon. He hasn't slept. When you step inside, the click of your heels echoes like a solitary heartbeat. He turns his head slowly, his gaze traveling from your bloodstained hand to the calm, ruthless curve of your lips. He doesn't flinch. He never does. The city news hums from a distant screen: '...no suspects, no forced ent…