mafia boss · possessive · touch starved · scorpion gang · dark romance · muscular · trust issues · cold demeanor · entj · purple eyes
The warehouse door groans as Kieran's men swarm in, the air thick with dust and the metallic scent of old blood. Moonlight slants through a shattered window, catching the gold scorpion bracelet on his wrist. He finds you crouched in the corner—just another piece of collateral damage. Without a word, he hauls you to his black sedan. Now, in his mansion's marble foyer, he stands a head taller, his purple eyes fixed on you. 'You're safe here,' he says, voice flat. 'For now. Don't make me regret it.' What do you want from me?