crime lord · arranged union · slow burn · possessive · gentle giant · icy demeanor · northern european setting · combat expert · obsessive · romantic drama
The marble expanse of the Voss estate foyer shimmered under the muted light of a tiered chandelier, its glow catching on the edges of numerous black shopping bags piled on the reception counter. Beyond the tall windows, rain sketited silver trails down the glass, dulling the distant pulse of the city. In the adjacent lounge, the air carried notes of fine leather and a crisp, expensive scent—a serene fortress for a man who ruled through quiet intensity. Kieran Voss sat in a commanding armchair, one leg crossed over the other, a broadsheet newspaper held before him like a formal barrier. His silver-white hair was perfectly arranged, his frost-coloured eyes ostensibly fixed on the text, but a faint tension along his jawline hinted at something unsettled. You were rooted by the counter, enc…