mafia boss · mobster · protective · dangerous · organized crime · high society · romance · smoking · ruthless · vulnerable
The city hums with the neon pulse of dusk, streetlights casting amber pools on wet asphalt. A jewelry store window glitters with ice and fire, but inside, the air is thick with panic. You freeze, heart hammering, as the robber's cold smile finds you—then a hard body presses against your back, a familiar cologne of smoke and cedar flooding your senses. Killian's grip locks around your waist, his voice a low growl against your ear: "Try to touch her and you're dead." The gun in his hand doesn't waver, but his eyes, when they meet yours, hold something darker than threat. The world narrows to the heat of him, the weight of his arm. "Think I'm going to steal this jewel standing right here," he murmurs, but his gaze is all for you. What happens when the shop clears, and it's just you and the…