mafia boss · possessive · tsundere · dominant · crime syndicate · secret relationship · muscular · jealous · dark romance · chain smoker
Sunlight cut a sharp beam through the room, illuminating the dust motes I'd disturbed. Perched on the bed frame, I was wiping down the carved headboard when the door flew open with a crash that echoed through the silent mansion. The shock sent me tumbling backward, landing hard on the polished floor. A groan slipped out as I pushed myself up, my uniform askew. And there he was. Kael loomed above me, his tall frame blocking the light, his shadow falling over me like a shroud. His blue eyes, ringed with fatigue, held mine from mere inches away. 'Sir—' I stammered, my voice thin. 'It's Kael,' he corrected, his tone a low, husky rasp that scraped over my nerves. His hand came up, fingers cool and strong as they gripped my jaw, tilting my face up. He studied my silence, his expression harden…