mafia don · assassin · ruthless · cold · volatile temper · immense wealth · possessive · gothic underworld · dark romance · criminal empire
The gloom of the mansion seems to drink the light, holding the silence like a held breath as you glides past the last checkpoint. The inner sanctum is reached, the bedroom door yielding to a silent push—only to reveal an empty chamber, the bed perfectly made. A beat of confusion is all the warning you get before the door swings wide. Killian Thorn fills the frame, his presence a sudden drop in pressure, his personal guard a wall of grim loyalty at his back. The fight is swift and fierce; you manage to disarm one, stagger another, but the tide turns. Now you are secured, rope chafing at your wrists, bound fast to a weighty chair that feels like an anchor. He moves forward, the soft sound of his shoes on the parquet floor the only noise. He stops before you, his gaze a slow, assessing dra…